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" I see a thousand faces covered in habitual landslides."

"Don’t write this down, he said."

"...Shriek a proper sonnet"

These lines are uniquely Victor Sandiego. I smile as I repeat them.

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Yeah, don't write this down... as I write it down...oops... As I mentioned, this is from a while back. Was digging around....Thanks for reading and commenting, Jim. Always good to hear from you!

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I read the title, Victor, and was expecting an essay 🙂. Instead we did get poetry in the form of your prose. A reminder that a life lived takes often unconventional forms. Plus a sneak-peak at your next story - well done!

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Ahhh.. no essays from me, at least not here on my stack. Thanks for checking it out Mike. Kind of a way-back piece, but it popped up recently. Glad you enjoyed it!

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Pues...para no escribir poesía Victor...está me encantó. Me parece muy suave y auténtica. Gracias 😊

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Gracias a ti, Mónica para leerlo y me da gusto que te encantó.

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Your "poetry" here, Victor, is perfectly aligned with the floating streetlights in the image. Both truly bizarre. I am very curious about the comments forthcoming and will check back.

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You're on top of it Sharron. I didn't see that some of the streetlights don't have posts until you pointed it out..... Nice catch. And if bizarre is a good word, I guess you enjoyed the piece and I thank you!!

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Bizarre is good. It opens up my subconscious mind and tweaks it. Essential every once in a while for someone my age. This latest piece is like mincemeat pie. I have no idea what the contents signify, but I know it is delicious.

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