I woke up this morning with images in my head of rust on white, and birds on barbed wire fences, a girl with a bee on the flower in her hair, and congealed sap. I couldn't go back to sleep after that. At 5 AM I got up and decided to walk to the trains, but none came to me. They were all off having their own adventures and I wasn't invited
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