2008-02-18
regional patients
Fog blows through the service station. Hills appear and disappear. Ghosts are green. Silence, too, has a color.
We bury our pets in a strange city and promptly move away.
Far away.
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2008-02-18
regional patients
Fog blows through the service station. Hills appear and disappear. Ghosts are green. Silence, too, has a color.
We bury our pets in a strange city and promptly move away. Far away.
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