He felt a jerk even before he touched the handle.
He knew that it was just his excitement to see over the door.
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Pieces hasn't got a before or an after
it's the source of a story which wriggles away.
Pieces is a date scrawled in your planner's margins
a feeling that you can't describe.
Pieces is a frozen moment,
the speedy instant of action momentarily suspended
so it can recoup the dignity it generated while being lived.
Pieces contains stories
and also the fragments of stories.
it's the source of a story which wriggles away.
Pieces is a date scrawled in your planner's margins
a feeling that you can't describe.
Pieces is a frozen moment,
the speedy instant of action momentarily suspended
so it can recoup the dignity it generated while being lived.
Pieces contains stories
and also the fragments of stories.
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