humid times   along the line of the ancient Mississippi  a River of mystic currents
THROUGH TIME he asked me to cut a stem of sugar cane under the sun and gave me a
Trapper lock knife (1918) — and cried.   
it was fine a fine day for this young boy.  aLWAYS meeting dead souls.
:: 07.10.2020 ::

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