tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89582034818287549902024-03-13T19:59:51.232-04:00Pretty Clouds and City DreamsErica Pruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565644934044564566noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958203481828754990.post-75834314035378582792011-12-07T11:39:00.001-05:002011-12-07T11:46:55.800-05:00snowone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tables littered with mugs and cups and saucers, kettles on
the stove whistling a symphony of steam. Nothing more than a powdered sugar
dusting on yellow grass, I think we might be holding off the world’s cold all
by our selves. Winking lights in the window and you with your stories of tragic
loves and how the winter came about. I’ve never had a blanket like you to curl
up under and I can only wish that you won’t unravel.</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Eating like a bird again, maybe it’s in defense of you. You
look at me with those hungry eyes, your owl eyes, feathers brush across your
face, across my lips. When you look at me, glowing eyes in the dark, I can’t
look back. The trees are going up in flames and the nights close in. I curl up
to wait out the winter but you- always going, never settling- what do you smell
on the crisp autumn wind? What secrets do the falling leaves speak to you? What
unknown places do they call you to? I can’t look at you because you’ll take the
knowing part of me and leave with it.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">There are clouds in the parking lot. The trees are draped in white. The ground is white, the sky is white, I am white. I am mist (missed?). The valley has disappeared and I can see to the edge of the world. It is just over that ridge where all the color stops, drops. The mists muffle all sound here at the end of the world. Thick grass hangs heavy with cloudy gems; droplets of sky, as if the edges of the earth were bleeding together, and the heavens reached out and tangled with the hard ground. Bells in the distance.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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I sleep with the moths now. Wings brushing about my cheeks, I confuse them with my eyelashes. Each night they come down from the pines at the edge of the yard and through the window I leave open now. I've given up trying to keep them out; they'll always find a way in, the rafters have so many cracks...<br />
They used to frighten me and I'd turn on the lamp. The brightness would send them into a panic and they'd flow over me in a frantic race to the light, but they never did seethe like dark things do. In the dark they are only soft and sweet, small bodies that gather about me and when I rest they slow, fluttering with the push of my breath. They take your place now; millions of tiny arms to fill the space left behind. They are very accommodating, my new friends the moths. I'm sure they'll rearrange themselves when you come back.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Down the shady, sunlit corridors; the dusty aisles; hours spent stitching the tiny tears in me back together. Such fine needlework, you can barely see the craftsman's hand. I'm sorry I can't give you a why. I have one, but it's not for you.</span>Erica Pruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565644934044564566noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958203481828754990.post-87592233086385808452011-05-16T23:50:00.000-04:002011-05-16T23:50:18.069-04:00the effectiveness of rain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI__ENNRWwciX_1lZprXk0ao7Is7tMRqabZl99kz918dgympGPOR5zvW-jJDGzYoZ1FVtCkwCllN137i-4_GgfvALKtPDdzBwbN-4ob43cNqmS1KtW9eNkraGDyZ2b1Q1ITpMc7Iz-w3U/s1600/tumblr_lk80lkFkS61qbtrz9o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI__ENNRWwciX_1lZprXk0ao7Is7tMRqabZl99kz918dgympGPOR5zvW-jJDGzYoZ1FVtCkwCllN137i-4_GgfvALKtPDdzBwbN-4ob43cNqmS1KtW9eNkraGDyZ2b1Q1ITpMc7Iz-w3U/s320/tumblr_lk80lkFkS61qbtrz9o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Missing you is getting easier. I only thought about you 57 times today (I know because I kept a tally on a scrap of paper in my pocket) as opposed to over a hundred times yesterday. If I keep going at this rate, decreasing by almost half each day, I know I'll never get to zero, but by the time you get back I'll hardly miss you at all! <br />
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Maybe if it were sunnier I wouldn't be having such a hard time. But since it's cold and wet all I want is to curl up in your arms and hear your heart beating so slow and deep. It's amazing how powerful that one muscle can be... to gather up enough force with one perfectly timed contraction so that it can push all the blood in your body through each tiny capillary, and then bring it back. It's amazing how acutely such a strong thing can be hurt, by as cosmically microscopic an incident as, say, you leaving.Erica Pruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565644934044564566noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958203481828754990.post-82971660448324324492011-05-07T23:49:00.000-04:002011-05-07T23:49:06.267-04:00final exams<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: x-small;">Making reference to the historical context, explain the following phrase from the Action Program of the Communist Party of Czechoslovakia: “Voluntary social organizations of the working people cannot replace dreaming, <i>but the contrary is also true</i>.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Exams creeping up, we stay awake until even the warming wind blows itself out and the world is silent and dark in the hour just before dawn, cramming our brains with information: What volume of water runs over a single river stone in the course of a day? How much does a star weigh just before it explodes? Why do parts of the body sometimes sicken and die? Knowledge learned for the sake of learning knowledge; formulas, proofs, quantifying, qualifying... and you are still the unexplained </span></span>Erica Pruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565644934044564566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958203481828754990.post-20243063497226353342011-04-17T17:44:00.001-04:002011-04-17T17:55:58.602-04:00hair like feathers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89E8n19LPB5ixiBB4u_alvqSRGy5H2K9izLWdY4pZA5nqo6jFgb9dkbOmfB3W44BINQF34Vl8lnH5UJ-fKyQPSn6a43QAPreLymIKYFDR8mdequ9APwU4Kbasjl2MzE-xF2RT2MKL4tE/s1600/tumblr_li5sbrvg2P1qdjbuho1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89E8n19LPB5ixiBB4u_alvqSRGy5H2K9izLWdY4pZA5nqo6jFgb9dkbOmfB3W44BINQF34Vl8lnH5UJ-fKyQPSn6a43QAPreLymIKYFDR8mdequ9APwU4Kbasjl2MzE-xF2RT2MKL4tE/s400/tumblr_li5sbrvg2P1qdjbuho1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
We close our eyes, stinging from tiredness, bright with exhaustion and joy. Lodged in our throats, caught in chests, trapped behind teeth; the first gray rays of light wash over us, not as soft as your fingers on the skin of my shoulder. It is a quiet love, a love of bursts of laughter and no words. A love of lips of noses, love of eyelashes, your love, mine. The shadows of the year grow longer- we are stretching thin towards the close and we come back.<br />
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Spring is trying on different coats, hand out the window, one foot in the door, deciding. The sky heats up and the rains come down and it seems that everything is in its right place. However off they were yesterday, however silly the grievance, it comes together for a while and you realize that time is only the ebb and flow of right and wrong. Salvation is the warm body next to you as the wind whips the trees into a frenzy that is fascinating because you are safe, held and anchored, tied to the warmth.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">My skin still smells of you despite the scrubbing. You slip between my ribs and kiss me- goosebumps from the inside.</span></div>Erica Pruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565644934044564566noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958203481828754990.post-81996216147530075522011-03-27T15:00:00.000-04:002011-03-27T15:00:26.238-04:00july flame<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">I feel as though I will never get warm.<span> </span>I need the searing heat, the pressing humidity, the excuse to lie down in the grass and sleep because it is too hot to move but to sip cool things out of glasses.<span> </span>I need the length of days and the closeness of the sky; the colors deepening in their ripe fullness; the sensuality of pressing air moved only by a hot breeze.<span> </span>Here the air is too thin to hold me- I cut right through.<span> </span>I need the heat because it holds you. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi02M-I7bCiNaQGiuvyZZdxhM1V9eePDwXzBdc3kRQMKr3Z2NKXjqPWXbRTPcWp-LXbmUM_hpsGEg74QIGFFnd0jtYK145NHtFrG41LQ6AU-oMcw0qkR2TbvFiQUPnhBUkKgbvJIkw4vK4/s1600/tumblr_lioj2pB5SI1qh5mi4o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi02M-I7bCiNaQGiuvyZZdxhM1V9eePDwXzBdc3kRQMKr3Z2NKXjqPWXbRTPcWp-LXbmUM_hpsGEg74QIGFFnd0jtYK145NHtFrG41LQ6AU-oMcw0qkR2TbvFiQUPnhBUkKgbvJIkw4vK4/s640/tumblr_lioj2pB5SI1qh5mi4o1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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Spring is beginning to come round again, at least here by the sea, now that I'm out of the mountains for a while. I'm back home for a quick vacation, of the mind and of the heart- it's surprising how much coming <i>home</i> can mean; how much it brings back what once was.Erica Pruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565644934044564566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958203481828754990.post-50614174241597056672011-02-28T16:14:00.000-05:002011-02-28T16:14:35.588-05:00fleet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCbTdlRUEgnqK9yn8gARfLYJOuoQu5rnc-A578550P2aPwd-XxePMqCTXzQX4AhRZ8m49XixQY2umqQ52cpnyiOVZY680fccUmhYSiErSgJ5ZWxGG6aFpbllmJ7PIWWUFDRlT4nNoK5c0/s1600/DSC_2905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCbTdlRUEgnqK9yn8gARfLYJOuoQu5rnc-A578550P2aPwd-XxePMqCTXzQX4AhRZ8m49XixQY2umqQ52cpnyiOVZY680fccUmhYSiErSgJ5ZWxGG6aFpbllmJ7PIWWUFDRlT4nNoK5c0/s640/DSC_2905.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">The air felt like spring today, even though it’s still cold. Watching tendrils of steam curl off my shoulders still hot from the bath, cut by the breeze. The skunk was so sweet for something so smelly. It’s not worth being lonely any longer.</div>Erica Pruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565644934044564566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958203481828754990.post-14408208994605756592011-02-27T00:54:00.000-05:002011-02-27T00:54:33.665-05:00you could love me<div class="MsoNormal">Miss says I’m wasting away. I tried to explain that my stomach is full; I can’t eat. It would do no good to explain that my heart dropped down and it’s sitting there, there’s no more room for food.</div><div class="MsoNormal">It’s been since your last visit, on that leave they gave you. I didn’t know how to greet you after your last letter, but I couldn’t help but hope. I waited in the rain for you that day, I know you weren’t pleased when you saw me soaked to the skin. Your smile didn’t reach your eyes.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Please just cut me loose. Since I can’t stand the waiting I tried to sit it, but that didn’t work either. It rained like that again yesterday, and I took your last letter outside with me. Now we’re both soggy.<br />
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Luckily, I have your pretty face to distract me. Have you ever seen such beautiful eyes? I think maybe the sea got a little jealous and jumped in there herself. Not that I can blame her. If I could swim in your eyes forever, I would too.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">I had a dream that the bread was burning in the fireplace. And you had used all that was left in the house to make French toast for me.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I think it was all on account of you reading that letter that was not meant for anyone to see. I know you read the whole thing, please don’t bother telling me you stopped half way. And I know you are only trying to help but please, this can’t be helped. </div><div class="MsoNormal">I don’t think I’ll look at you for the next month an a half.</div>Erica Pruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565644934044564566noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958203481828754990.post-17972977442195496952010-12-29T01:04:00.001-05:002010-12-29T01:05:30.091-05:00repair shop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2pRspCO8nF1FU-aFmqVyKcevKHedlSm8HI1L02USBegMw3e-265rWObKBCljjT5DLqtTDYyKuea9jc7QBx0YDO48BiHOol8VP8Mnd2FetIeYgJKZxpFiMN4WtnXUr7dvhxH5bQTktyI/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2pRspCO8nF1FU-aFmqVyKcevKHedlSm8HI1L02USBegMw3e-265rWObKBCljjT5DLqtTDYyKuea9jc7QBx0YDO48BiHOol8VP8Mnd2FetIeYgJKZxpFiMN4WtnXUr7dvhxH5bQTktyI/s640/1.png" width="441" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">“Here. You can fix him right?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Eh? Hmm let me see there then…”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“So you can fix him? You can fix everything. I know it. Like that time I brought you mother’s necklace in pieces when everyone said it was beyond repair. You fixed it.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Well hold on there sweetheart, let me see what’s broken here… Ah! There’s your problem right there: it’s his heart. You can see there’s a fissure right up the middle- leads all the way up to his mind. Jeez you sure did a number on this one! What’d you do, drop him off a building?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I… I didn’t mean to… I just wasn’t thinking and I got so angry… I didn’t mean for it to be bad, but he’s just stopped working. But you can fix him can’t you? Can’t you?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Sweetheart…”</div>Erica Pruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565644934044564566noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958203481828754990.post-48360515424220529022010-12-02T10:24:00.003-05:002011-05-04T08:52:29.480-04:00static<div style="text-align: left;">The winds came and with them a quiet. The constant static of the drops hitting tin roofs formed a sort of white noise that made thought unnecessary. She knew she had to leave</div><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe I'll fill up with rain and it won't matter whether I'm wearing boots or not.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT3QEsQSef1OMLYnaUP8MCcMpYdiJLW9KlHRt92Wss-Lbl_DIz4GMIPI8FYUSOxfbNqFlMuAfNFxL00ePKag5B4p34JlHDJRAvc3KaVXd2CirF0fFQQkeKRyB9niifqXV9wpWbCKOepVw/s1600/1480113834_2c8e1351dc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT3QEsQSef1OMLYnaUP8MCcMpYdiJLW9KlHRt92Wss-Lbl_DIz4GMIPI8FYUSOxfbNqFlMuAfNFxL00ePKag5B4p34JlHDJRAvc3KaVXd2CirF0fFQQkeKRyB9niifqXV9wpWbCKOepVw/s320/1480113834_2c8e1351dc.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">** Note: Quiet smiles or soft, contented sighs if you have them on hand make a pleasant garnish. Sprinkle artfully over and around your memory, and enjoy.</span></span></div>Erica Pruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565644934044564566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958203481828754990.post-69698751827951744922010-11-16T14:19:00.000-05:002010-11-16T14:19:44.991-05:00november please be good to me<div style="text-align: center;">I was thinking of you and I looked out. Saw two people kissing in the rain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The month is gray fog over the valley and cold rain. It's a quiety time. I'd like nothing more than to curl up close to you because you're always warm.</div>Erica Pruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565644934044564566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958203481828754990.post-17293608903513641742010-11-02T20:50:00.000-04:002010-11-02T20:50:25.262-04:00sweet dreams and flying machines<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>What interesting debris washes up on the steps after Halloween. The place was transformed in the night, and now we see what the illusions were made of. I went walking today with my eyes on the ground. I found a crown, and a shoe with diamonds set in rows in the heel. And two satin ribbons the same color but different lengths, and a mask with a horrible grin and empty, glaring eyes, which shed glitter and shone light in a million different directions. These among the fallen leaves and discarded rings and brightly-colored feathers all around. And finally an angel's wing, it's mate at the bottom of a curving stair. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The darkness comes so much more quickly now.</div><div class="MsoNormal">That’s what separates summer from fall. The feeling of finality. Fatality. Limits. Deadlines creep up- we feel the stress of winter coming. Even though we long ago found ways around preparing for the winter, gathering food and wood to store, deep inside us we still feel the season’s urgency. Get Things Done, it says. Can’t put off till tomorrow anymore- by then the snows might be here. You can pull the blinds tight against the earlier dark, but it sneaks in around the cracks, tap tap tapping on shoulders, “Shouldn’t you have finished that by now? You know you’ll regret not doing it sooner.” You already regret not doing it sooner but somehow the reminder puts you off. You push away the feeling and leave it later and later. This is what the darkness does.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">I found a bone in the woods today, bleached white and so delicate, and then the rain started. I took it home with me and placed it in the box you made me before you had to go. Missing you is getting harder. I forgot to wake up today, but Dr. Queen didn’t get mad. He said meet him later, but sometimes I don’t like the way he smiles. I like your smile better. Too bad you took all the oceans south with you and I’m still here with my paper. Sorry your letter got soaked, I know I promised I’d take better care, but I never remember my rain slicker before I close the door. My mind can’t hold concerns of anything but you.</div>Erica Pruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565644934044564566noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958203481828754990.post-10257406954308064022010-09-29T16:58:00.000-04:002010-09-29T16:58:46.018-04:00write your own story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntYJMX9TgILyTwi0hyphenhyphen0tZWZA5oNCpPdTq5wT4PfMMRbO7Uh4vwvdlKwzReOgndIv1jUtBipPJV3PktOtFHfWTQ7EsK3Nx60Z3omRE-rLdv99oUjPtx3EKN5jK-4Ts_KtYR28nmeKb_IE/s1600/20080918153657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntYJMX9TgILyTwi0hyphenhyphen0tZWZA5oNCpPdTq5wT4PfMMRbO7Uh4vwvdlKwzReOgndIv1jUtBipPJV3PktOtFHfWTQ7EsK3Nx60Z3omRE-rLdv99oUjPtx3EKN5jK-4Ts_KtYR28nmeKb_IE/s400/20080918153657.jpg" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr87cwlqmAo1IBdfXEtWwxonjQ1L5cmCd9r624vlhfApuB2IIh4qsDrUnOV7hLQ5k3ZjW-N91EkhEnUtIDdVvOoI1PCpYm4_k1SE987c2KpzPTt6CXeYPIH6mLLRm2otls55m-hwOGxkU/s1600/2387985743_31905ce08b_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr87cwlqmAo1IBdfXEtWwxonjQ1L5cmCd9r624vlhfApuB2IIh4qsDrUnOV7hLQ5k3ZjW-N91EkhEnUtIDdVvOoI1PCpYm4_k1SE987c2KpzPTt6CXeYPIH6mLLRm2otls55m-hwOGxkU/s400/2387985743_31905ce08b_z_large.jpg" width="345" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMs0RBJ8ONxb_6xWXfjTxvQVzFD7dwAND1gp1Xs6HApLwVkR6RSN67iCzNN2KoqhGp53jbCpi7MdRKDFHk7k4hRhy9bIDA_tfTYe1RCkXc_SOvideuRdn7Vs3OuHl9G5xwmgBaxEjT1rg/s1600/robert-doisneau-musician-in-the-rain_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMs0RBJ8ONxb_6xWXfjTxvQVzFD7dwAND1gp1Xs6HApLwVkR6RSN67iCzNN2KoqhGp53jbCpi7MdRKDFHk7k4hRhy9bIDA_tfTYe1RCkXc_SOvideuRdn7Vs3OuHl9G5xwmgBaxEjT1rg/s400/robert-doisneau-musician-in-the-rain_large.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFyP2LZn8LJHC2BfAzXI6krP-LopOutHjwggYsYhDLKpCmpijnsB3OyUrWtjpClxanFWYwBPRCAYMcz87jPJPWdqWNIpW82E3USflnZio-0VX6z0DoxT-IZgZQS565ere6kV7j-p9MO2c/s1600/tumblr_l6n1pmsghp1qcfxhno1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFyP2LZn8LJHC2BfAzXI6krP-LopOutHjwggYsYhDLKpCmpijnsB3OyUrWtjpClxanFWYwBPRCAYMcz87jPJPWdqWNIpW82E3USflnZio-0VX6z0DoxT-IZgZQS565ere6kV7j-p9MO2c/s400/tumblr_l6n1pmsghp1qcfxhno1_400_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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