WRISy

Toward Mount Scott it is sharp as a knife The bad roads lead to lost roads. The lost roads lead to the same empty spot. People sometimes go to lonely places for power. Eagles are sometimes choked, dragonflies lassoed. Smaller birds follow ghosts, to eat off the bugs. Line of barbed wire marks the boundary between this world and the next.

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