XLV. A tireless spirit breaks free from the pack
Littleuns from Carthage now double back
The waters glow green with streaks of light
Blisters and needles litter the new launching site
I’ll Call When I Get There - Her phone sang its happy song from the crisp white countertop in front of her. She sat on a high wooden barstool, still in her lounge pants and a half t-sh...
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