May 17, 2009, by Homme De Sept-Iles
Is it Hockey Season? Or Hockey Summer or a Summer Summer? Fourteen years ago summer stars led me to red and sixteen. White was a car (accurately guessed) in a parking lot. Today, winter stars pull me through summer, to stars' thirteen turns. White is sheet and truth. And silver seventeen still remembers red sixteen.
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