Twenty-one minutes and fifty-four seconds

Posted on July 16, 2024 | Leave a comment
Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep. We stepped over an empty slate sidewalk as we passed you, up high, by. We talked of directions and demigods and medical paperwork And the iconic innocent connection with my niece. I nearly sat beaten on the navy couch to rest my weary soles And gain respite from the drought-stricken flame-drenching sun. But I was alerted, Shannon had died, Richard and Stormy and Diane just did too And now you.
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