Minor/Major

Sore legs.  Bus failures.  Things I want to capture but are fleeting, walking through the tall grass, hoping I wasn’t going to step on a sharp rock or a mean snake. Rides.  Sleep.  Sleep.  Sleep.  Monte Cristo.  Vacation talk.  Mothers.

A need to crash and burn and flail into darkness.

 

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