The sky here will lie to you. Break into colors you cannot name, tint the dead grass a reddish gold and make you believe things that aren’t true about the land and the people on it.
I had to go for a drive. Smooth out a few wrinkles in my brain and crank up the hum in my ears to drown out the voices. I have an assignment I’ve been putting off, like ever…
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