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night fight. | night fight.

frank-pineiro's picture
Nov.28.2009
It was a rainy night.  The water had been tapping at my window for hours while I wrote.  Across the street, the BART trains would whoosh by periodically, leaving clouds of spray that glowed golden as they dissipated past the street lights below.  I walked out on to the deck to stretch my muscles...