I'm all legs long from walking and my friend is snoring next to me. I mean breathing rhythmically. On my mind: what, when everything melts away at the bottom of an empty half pint of Haagandaz, Grail? Wandering streets awestruck- mesmerized and entranced.
exhausted in all of the right ways. The ways of unwavering yes are a new exploration.
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