Here’s looking at you kids
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I thought I might return the favor :) — the night breezes are calling me outside; even my bones are tired tonight. Eyelashes, each a dusting of sand, and the heavy scales of a snake’s slough. The battery is dry, I am the white, flaking crust of corrosion. Somewhere in the canyon slumbers the cooling dreams of the day, and I am off to find them. Good night.