REBELS WITHOUT A CREW OR PURPOSEFULLY LOST IN NEW ENGLAND

Sipping this cappuccino. Reading Rumi to remember. Music is crooning along. That’s where I’ve been! Sun hanging around longer. Last I looked it was Sunday. The days run away like domesticated ponies. Outside they are walking in circles, drunk on snake poison, to stave off the inevitable shame for having invested the little everything they had in bridges for sale.

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