Tomorrow I will leave this place
But not for where I intended,
Not where I intended to go.
I will fly with metal wings
And a hundred other strangers
To the desert of my heritage
To watch history,
Bloated and full of tubes,
die.
In one hour, I leave to see my dying grandmother in Nevada. Please be with me, even if my words are scarce for a week or so.
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