Tuesday, February 01, 2011

The Italian sports car, its brake engaged, slid some inches on the driveway gravel before halting in its place beneath the portecochere. Above them clouds were gathering; wisps of glistening cirrus halted high above like monitors; sensing no resistance, they summoned their brothers, the cumulus; they arrived, arrived, increasing their number, then seemingly cumbersome they hovered, waiting; pondered a bumbling.

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