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[moonlacuna]

riding the bus amongst shapeless disordered stirred-up eyes.. the metallic ranks of buildings slantways with the left behind dust and grime of the harshness of winters (cracked scraped apart pavement). anchorage: i replay the remote wilderness walking up the long twisty quarter mile braided stream bed erupting out the bottom of the glaciers with

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[xandi]

yay! you didn't die!

sounds grueling and beautiful and i miss you.

not yet!!

[moonlacuna]

i miss you too.