The cold clipped dawn forever notifies itself of coming futures, futures dressed in shredded plastc and straw Boater hats. a hyroglyph exploding in slow motion from the horizon, horizon, larger and larger. a walking hyroglyph – with hope and a jolly smile.
Tony Chapman 
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today. Very impressive. Reminds me of something I read about glitter prom dresses the other day.