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Jan 2015
i wish i looked like counting things on travels through bad lands. desert, sand, abandoned wellsย ย  cold indians
the landscape looked the same a few times over from the carriage
and then the fireworks came up from the desert over the sky
and it became night       i started counting the fireworks instead of cacti
secret amanda
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