parts unknownrob mclennan
we don’t have to say it. we don’t have to say anything. what Henry Hudson said he knew, & Christopher Columbus never talked about at parties, & what even the Vikings feared. there is nothing else. there is nothing more. I go to bed for some reason & wake up for another. it is lonely here in this strange other country. Odysseus, come home; whichever one of us that is.
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