there were frenetic 10-second intervals where the fog would dissipate and the light would inspire thoughts about shit like choirs and filo pastry and telling people i love them and vague plans of how to be a better human being.
fog wetness! behind me is a 4500' descent into who knows! the inlet?
where do bedbugs go when their habitat is destroyed?
fog wetness! behind me is a 4500' descent into who knows! the inlet?
where do bedbugs go when their habitat is destroyed?





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