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Midnight Harbor

Skeletal fingers... Frail masts reaching into bleary night, groping, grasping for breath, then drowning, lost beneath silent rain... Frozen desolate lamps... Electric moons swaying in the gale, spilling showers of broken light which melt in black waters of aqueous streets... Rain... Wind whining through rigging, echoing the cries of a lost dog whimpering in the brute and dark desolation... Foghorn... Wailing moan of the lost, betraying its loneliness to the outer night... January 23, 1975

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