Image by Robert. Used with permission.
For a quiet moment I froze there on the rug. Limp. Staring into the fade above. I had traveled with four others to see what promised land existed and where manna might appear, and play offered a soothing companion along the way. But dizzy bat should never, ever happen inside of a trailer.
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