

La Bruja En Las ParedesThe Night Gives Way as Always, The sun rises over the Sierra Madre occidental range like a drunkards face cresting the edge of his bed to vomit. Light scourse the desert floor, heralding the heat to come. Morning washes creatures from the coolness like an ebb tide,La Bruja En Las Paredes
Breaching them in drying sand. Every living thing has scurried for shade and rests,
waiting out the bleaching daylight. Every living thing but one. One who can never rest. One who can never stop running.
And so, the man the sun chased from the desert is pushed along again.
or perhaps pulled. Drawn by
love you
xx
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Namida iro.
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