Vasca http://wp.me/s35i49-vasca
Vasca
White ghostlights and black
shadows. Smells everywhere—wood
smoke and poverty and fresh paint
and fuchsia flowers. Riding in the back
of the cattle truck feels like flying. Sunrise
is sudden, but dusk lingers. Cumulus clouds
that sit on the…
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Vasca http://wp.me/s35i49-vasca
Vasca
White ghostlights and black
shadows. Smells everywhere—wood
smoke and poverty and fresh paint
and fuchsia flowers. Riding in the back
of the cattle truck feels like flying. Sunrise
is sudden, but dusk lingers. Cumulus clouds
that sit on the…
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