The ice cream's in the web, the web is in the cream.
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in the winter when the wind kicked up.
I saw your body moving through the incandescent light.
you were dancing by yourself there.
your sweater hugged your shoulders and it was alright.
we plucked sugar crystals from the cold English air.
going to Kirby Sigston (Ghana, 1999)
