my birthday. dust biting.

Today is another birthday. Last year, I was sailing around the south Caribbean. This year, I have a soul sister from Australia beside me. It's five in the morning, we're on our way to Central Park. Yesterday, the luthier decided he needs some space. I guess this has been unravelling since I last popped into these parts. Some things I save for poetry. But trust me, that one hurt. Yet another one bites the dust. In a few hours I'll be having...
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