About

The crowds are massed still on Ventura.

As one they turn still holding signs and shields,

watch, still, as the fire burns on, consumes the house like a dark worm

that nestled still and silent in its heart, waiting 

until it could unleash its great conflagration of destruction.

Fire-J. Khor

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hai this is rei.

i like photography, poetry and prose, milky tea and coffee, dance, music and percussion and chocolate.