This local natural area has a point of interest called Blood Pit—terribly on brand for the 78666.
Was there a battle here? The hollow for the butchering? Did red bubble up from the spongy copsey ground, in a dream or a midnight gathering?
Rest assured, we roleplayed how to act if you encounter a snake. He holds an arm outstretched, fingers splayed like he’s casting a spell.
Don’t scare it. Don’t be scared. Just back away.
I take a bunch of photos and wanted one of me on this branch bench tree, why not.
Only once before has he played with portraiture. The phone is tilted catawampus as he painstakingly taps the dot to take the pic.
I don’t have high hopes.
It’s the best photo of me taken in a long time.
Never, never land.
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