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Awakening with elephants... looking up, weathered gray cliffs move... elephants Just a trace of blue echoes this morning. I remember leaning forward, hands on the sink, looking him in the eyes, rather, looking where his eyes should be. I touched the glass with my nose. He was right. there was something broken in there. "Pieces are missing," he said. © 2010 Jimmy the Peach (Peach). All rights reserved.
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