America is silent - some hollowness in city building walls, something lost with the mufflers on car engines. When I flew in the sun was still hidden but the horizon leaked colors like a lover's bruise, red, yellow, green, aquamarine, blue. When the plane wheels hit, my stomach fell through and I just felt like something was gone.
Closing down the blog. This is probably the last entry. Had a few things I wanted to write about, but the more I try to finish them the less they seem like things that should be said.
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