rain in los angeles.
rara avis.
comfort and swaddling. cozy snugs turned into tugs. warm mugs, of.
internet out so i steal a wave of info, jumping on a carrier, moving through the thunder.
dance. sings a native chant, are the words there is... it more carnal, gutteral.
ayyyaa ooiooayayaaa aiioyuuauaaaaooa.
feather for a test frame. jump in to a mane no longer.
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