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red ribbon white lace19 April 2003 - 21:16 Two trees, no more than two feet apart, one slightly taller than the other. They never touch, although I'm sure their roots mingle endlessly. Fused vision radiates life outwards to the leaf tips: only together do their never intersecting branches make a perfect tree shape. (If you are in Portland, you will find these trees near the intersection of N Lombard and N Interstate.) Two girls, brown hair, brown eyes, rarely more than a few feet apart. Late night, early morning, dizzying bus ride. Extraneous shops, unnecessary details honed to filigree while the Russian soul hovers -- suffering, coarse depth, overflowing boundaries, hospitality spewing everywhere |