Stretching My Dream Muscles.

My future self has extended her sun-kissed hand to pull me out of the murky chemtrail haze and into this sandy oasis. It’s a long time coming this fresh coat, I’ve been itching for years now and oh yes, she did it finally. What do you think the Rhodesian Coast? It’s where my mind goes every time I go to the loo, or as the French say lieux d’aisances, which has transformed into my place of ease, a space for a few moments to thyself, a few moments filled with only silence that grants the shift.

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