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Apr 2016
I’m a mountain climber in a hammock I made
hanging in a crevasse
And every time the sun is at that sweetspot
3:00
Just above the crack
it's a bit warmer so
I open up my bag and grab my pen and paper
And by the time I’m halfway through,
it’s gone and already afternoon.
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