Parking lots, fields and fields of them. Undulating, waves on waves of rolling heat bouncing off all the barren, the lack of anything that is somehow everything.
Sun-beats and torn nails.
This town feels like I swallowed six long summers whole.
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Parking lots, fields and fields of them. Undulating, waves on waves of rolling heat bouncing off all the barren, the lack of anything that is somehow everything.
Sun-beats and torn nails.
This town feels like I swallowed six long summers whole.
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