In a perverse impersonation of a mobeus strip we then discovered ourselves to be on the wrong side of the tracks even after we crossed them; between the rain and the ebbing hours we got close-but-no-cigar to the second and third caches of the day. Even so, I confess to being hooked. Tired, but hooked.
there and back again...
In a perverse impersonation of a mobeus strip we then discovered ourselves to be on the wrong side of the tracks even after we crossed them; between the rain and the ebbing hours we got close-but-no-cigar to the second and third caches of the day. Even so, I confess to being hooked. Tired, but hooked.
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