The deafening frequency of distant radio towers. A single, spilled-headlight tide over a secluded curb. A sibilant song more than a decade old. Fluffy little clouds on endless stretches of dust. A beautiful blonde paragon. Foreceps scars and freckled dimples. Placid concentration against sunsets and sleepiness. The only time I've ever been a hero at 2am.
11:29 p.m. - 2017-06-22
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