Day: June 7, 2019

When I bumped into the innumerate bard who’d eased out into the misty yard, unwilling to contribute applause to the astronomer’s lecture, I tried to bring illuminated Cliff’s Notes – tried to sing the equations, dance the proofs and
Tampa sleeps beneath an interstate with a fifth of vodka in its roughed-up hand after another long night getting lit. In any case, you switch hornets with bats and realize with forgot, turns out it makes a huge difference.

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