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A bright chink of sunshine falls in through the open flap of a tepee onto two sleeping forms. The smaller one tosses and turns: ‘An early start godamnit… that’s what it is, hombre. Well who’s to say what’s early or what isn’t? One man’s early is another man’s… and godonlyknows what time it is in… Continue Reading Where Old Cars Die by Cassandra Passarelli
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