9:46 pm. Lying beneath a black sky strewn with under-lit clouds. The wall’s grit in my hair. Radiant heat from the bricks. Gravity’s pull.
9:46 pm. Lying beneath a black sky strewn with under-lit clouds. The wall’s grit in my hair. Radiant heat from the bricks. Gravity’s pull.
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