We collected willow tree tears with our bare hands. We laughed and talked of shamanism and highlanders. After we'd washed away the grime of necessity, we traveled of the back of fortuitousness through streets congested with abandoned cars. We moved like wraiths through zombies, and channeled Indiana Jones with our ingress and escape. A perfect holiday anticlimax spent with my shadow.
11:43 p.m. - 2015-12-23
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