omaha gray

[cobblesworth]

omaha skies envelope the scenery like snow in the arctic. gray ghosts weave their menagerie over the landscape. there is not one part of the horizon that is blue. the land is wet as i drive home groggy in the morning. my mother has instilled this thing in me were i feel the nescessity to compliment a woman on any aspect that she changes in her

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