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THE ADVENTURE CREW: Master, The Nomad, Sweet Bird of Freedom (aka Freeta Roam), Pixie & Pod, Miss Cycle, Ivan the writing muse, Jude, and the brains of the crew--Croc. DOUBLE-CLICK ON ANY PHOTO TO ENLARGEWednesday, June 06, 2007
Broken
Broken--Bob Dylan
2nd verse
Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates
Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken
Broken windows at the post office.
Broken windows at the post office. The webwork of cracks had a peaceful quality, like sunlight on water. Fantasty like. Stare at it long enough and it is easy to imagine another reality.
When Jude was about 8 or 9, she used to put a mirror on the floor, get on her tummy and stare into it long enough that reality seemed to shift--and what was up became down--an up-side-down world.
But looking through the windows at the PO, everything was broken.
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