I brought to bear the verbal beating of carefully cultivated grievances. Black and blue and spotted with crimson. The sun-dappled fields leading to here were few and far between, and they burned in the distance under choked cerulean skies. Eroded foundations leave a slight nausea near aching liver and a cracked spine. The smoke of lily of the valley bonfires and the light of ancient lavalamps put me to bed early. Sleep was fitful, arid, and unsatisfactory. Wake to a landscape where everything has changed, and nothing is different.
11:02 a.m. - 2017-04-03
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