The lamplight flickers in the night. Time reads half passed zero one. The light fades. Stars appear unfamiliar. Alike but different. I don’t know where I am. What I am. The wind brings with it the scent of nature. Amiss a taint of wastes and exhaust. It all feels wrong. Another poor decision. Reminds me of home. #Ghostwritten #ElevenTwoFourLocal
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