Ticket To Ride
I can’t see. My eyebrows are orange with dust. I cannot see them, but I know they must be; they were yesterday. Every now and then when her legs clench down on my hips or her fingernails dig into my shoulders, I remember Debi is behind me and I am more or less responsible for not killing both of us. …
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Topics:
Asia,
Dreams,
Hallucinations,
Honda Dream,
Memory,
Round The World Trip