back home in the dire hope where the lens is unclean but the sky is ****. where the numb trust is broken mostly from the rainfall lately and the meager tools are as useless as a wink.
there. there i toil in the afterbirth of a previous misadventure. censored and reduced to a miracle that has no reason. There i plod the chaste road to wanton Elsewhere and arrive most gone from my seldom yes.