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Preludes to England

When My Friend Came In

006e25d5f93c5908e9295c648d9e7d94by Stefon Napier01 Sep 2013

The train goes north,
passing me by as I
sit and consider the
ending of the day's
crescendo.

Image
of a friend discussing
with me a voyage that
takes him past the best
of the painted fjords
into valleys where the
sun doesn't arrive.

I fed him a warm room
and some light so that
he would be robbed of
the darkness.