What I thought before I thought I thought something about a red moon.
It is said by the echo of the dying man’s body that cold is only cold in relation to warm. I knew that I was not dreaming by the dandruff on my lapel. I knew I was in the same place I’d been for several months by watching the band exit the conga-van on Monroe …
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