at the library (prepositional phrase, i know).
someone in my vicinity bathed in marijuana.
bathed. drowned. died in the substance
for a decade, then came back to life
and now walks among us (me), utterly saturated.
eff.
today is nice. gorgeous. torturous.
i rode my bike here. what a wonder.
i hope it stays partially cloudy, 50 degrees and slightly breezy
all winter long.
and in the spirit of impossibility,
i hope manchester orchestra comes to Fairbanks within
the next year.
and i sing Colly Strings with them.
and the end.
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