My moon-drunk eyes followed the shining black line of water up the canyon, across massive cliffs, and into the endless sky.
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My moon-drunk eyes followed the shining black line of water up the canyon, across massive cliffs, and into the endless sky.
Mumma says I must sit my straightest, let the doctor bend and stretch me even though it makes my muscles pulse. I understand that “wild” isn’t permitted here, only normal.
Too bad people sit home with TV than go look at something real. My wife agrees, says they’ll see photos on the news instead. I don’t feel smarmy, just sad.