Better thought, next time.

A little pow-wow with herself around midnight…
Sputters of thought…and motions. Or so I sought.
A breath and hip circle took me to a memory of me
Driving my 5-speed on some destitute mountain in Idaho. And…I can’t even remember the people’s names I was with. I just remember the feeling and the sunset view…

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