2021-02-02
missed it all, 1966
I escaped miles of illness and the wee hours of Honolulu. Northeast into grey mist of northern California. I always felt better colder and more isolated. Old breath on the mountain. People left the mirror to job-search in clusters of population. I just wanted to be left unknown and forgotten in trees and fog. That single bead of condensation rolling down the spine of a leaf.
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