dearth

[capstan]

i spent most of the trip on buses, crusing through rolling, green hills with tortoise in my ears. bloody gorgeous. twelve-hour busrides become holy experiences when it's two in the morning and freezing cold and everyone else is asleep and yr gripping yr knees and crying to storm, drifting half-asleep half-awake to strange shadows and tightrope or

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[_kelvin]

you what?