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Tuesday |
| somewhere on Bayview there is a view
of a bay, but not down here in
the valley. it's a quirk of seattle that
streets here go through hills and under lakes to emerge on the other side with intact names. i wasn't trying to take a picture of these reggae poster-colored trees, but they're probably the first thing you noticed. look closer and you'll see a guy patiently waiting to be put to work by a passing hardware store patron. look closer still and you see a semi-official personage in an orange vest, addressing a couple others on the sidewalk. all that and still no bay, though the sky is like water, but that's not saying much when everything is fluid ' |
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