JONAS MEKAS, 1,2,3
It wasn't like the sparkle went out or anything.
At the of the east side street, whatever it may
have been, that ancient tree did finally succumb.
People came by, like us, to see. I saw the magic
camera, taking secret notes? What good's a
photo now, I wondered? Seems there old things
just always disappear.
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