is so hard to do. I find myself coming up with all sorts of little niggly things I really must do before I leave. In a risible attempt to put off the inevitable, I decide that I really must...
As if it made any difference at all.
To write about concrete, physical things... Umm. Not my forte. Not nearly earthy enough to consider simple objects to be of any particular importance. We're in it for the sky-high, the infinity-bound. There is a rainbow coming, living within the rain, inseperable from what is. Listen... and you just might hear it.
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