Oh! The roll of macadam in summer The rise tasted of sweat and grass and exhaust. We floated through city streets exhaling on the downslopes. Wherever we went, we were already gone. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
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Beautifully written đ
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