The last gasp of the day ruptures the sky.
Only here, only now.
Let’s not think of tomorrow.
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The last gasp of the day ruptures the sky.
Only here, only now.
Let’s not think of tomorrow.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
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