Stormy night on top of the hill ...

Stormy night on top of the hill ... occasions aplenty remind me of the onion eater
that little girl, deaf and dumb selling flowers at the intersection
window shoppers, gleaming eyes overflowing wishes, empty pockets

chance encounters with men in rags

their touching conversations

life spent ensconced on hill recalling and recoiling with the past oh

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