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2015-05-26
i love her all the time


Drink and pill my way through December in a North Dakota motel. Then, one night, wander and sleep in the snow. Awake in the morning into a timeless blizzard with no horizon, no earth and no sky. The ghost of a Japanese woman taking me by the hand and leading me into the white light of heaven.


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