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Clothed in unwashed rags, my body was 20 and inebriated by the journey I had inherited for myself. I was on a bus on 101, heading north to visit a friend who had been going to school in Arcata, California. Passing the spectacularly long grapevines, I wrote long, unending sentences and hummed them to myself as if they were prayers from droplets of light above. And in my long periods of silence, I thought of what I would do when I finally arrived at the northern coast. "First, I think I'll take my shoes off and dance around a little bit and dip my feet in the sand. I'll howl skyward, with my only friends, my body and the spirit of the sky," and I did.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
3 May 2011
Clothed in unwashed rags, my body was 20 and inebriated by the journey I had inherited for myself. I was on a bus on 101, heading north to visit a friend who had been going to school in Arcata, California. Passing the spectacularly long grapevines, I wrote long, unending sentences and hummed them to myself as if they were prayers from droplets of light above. And in my long periods of silence, I thought of what I would do when I finally arrived at the northern coast. "First, I think I'll take my shoes off and dance around a little bit and dip my feet in the sand. I'll howl skyward, with my only friends, my body and the spirit of the sky," and I did.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
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