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The steamed pane glowed from the backdrop moon like a two-by-two square sun sitting next to you in the passenger seat. In the foreground we were found held still in a cast of radio lights and sound. I wasn't thinking of death when I began to undress, but my unhinged belt wrapped the thought around my neck. Summer swearing comes freely cause we spent most of April at sea. My legs handle well now the turbulence that's shipped across the waves.