He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
~
Iggy Pop: The Passenger
Tharien is back in the city, Gillawyn tells me. I nod, shrug, tell her to go see him, make some plans. I don't know if she does, we don't meet again. I meet the boy though,
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