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Keep me here and let's clear the air
Can you hear the crickets?
And for just one moment she and the trees were one in the same.
I'd traveled so far I had gotten lost, nothing left but the wind and my thoughts
Nowhere and nothing is where I want to be.
Blowing snow
Kansas 2015
Irony: slumber at a wake
Salty sea and Summer sun
The streets smelled of stale cigarettes and regret