3 am:
Like an uproar of stray dogs
in the quiet, shady downtown;
irrational, wild, intense.
Your remembrance.
Essays on travel, cities, memory, and the unnoticed textures of the world.

3 am:
Like an uproar of stray dogs
in the quiet, shady downtown;
irrational, wild, intense.
Your remembrance.
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