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[caatinga]

Today I finally ate it on the lightrail tracks, lost my glove in the grit and maculated wet leaves.  Forever, as it turned out.  "What are you looking for?" a group of under-housed men asked when I returned to the site in the rain slicked dark.  I held up my hands, the left one looking nude as the news.  My glove!  My glove!  "Well, let's find it

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[meflybear]

give me your mailing address please. dont put it off.

[humanheadflow]

i think about you often and cant wait to take a trip to portland to visit you.