Still-young reunions for the old, shared over terrible thai food. The company having remained remarkably sunny through the year and the winter. The inevitable black evenings, powered by Duracell. Afternoons carefully sliced into hours. The rain and wind served up as entrees. Plans casually murdered by presaged arrivals. Burying disappointment in scented hemp-stains. A debt of dedication takes little time to sour into obligation.
11:47 p.m. - 2019-01-07
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