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8/12/17, Charlottesville, VA

I watch here I watched. After. Bouquets prostrate in the street as priests. Chalk chalk. Chalk. Before I went to piano near the airport. We got pizza before went to Target saw a man with a bald head in the lot. My mother closed my mother closed her eyes. It happened it happened. During everyone knew they knew because of the news. During I sat in a red armchair I did not look. TV yelped yelp yep someone turned it off. Then fine people on both fine people on someone turned it off. Both sides both sides. It happened it happened. I drew a picture of a house I called a friend in Maryland the town was naked. I did not draw sentences the world was a movie I did not watch. After after. I walked past Fourth the last week in August and couldn’t remember why the flowers. Forgot forgot already chalk chalk big letters on bricks. To after to after. Now if I can after well. I can watch the crash I watch now I read. On how it happened it happened. The flowers the flowers. How the others spoke and I slunk past how on that day I reclined four miles away and drew shapes chalk chalk drew shapes chalk and colored them all the way in