Youn Pardner
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My boots in the dust, the plains expanse does not sound. God touched this country. Not a blessing of grace, or jealous condemnation, but touched.
Parched, legs stinging from the dried wet of my drawers, I awake in a cave. I know it’s a cave. The smooth dusty floor punctuated by cobble, disturbed likely upon my bringing. I note the air, dry. I note it, still. I am relieved it is still. I am relieved to be lying down. I stay a while.
September 10, 2023 at 9:13 PM
Parched, legs stinging from the dried wet of my drawers, I awake in a cave. I know it’s a cave. The smooth dusty floor punctuated by cobble, disturbed likely upon my bringing. I note the air, dry. I note it, still. I am relieved it is still. I am relieved to be lying down. I stay a while.