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We have shared countless residence: from last minute guest house skeptical, window this or not. To the bunks of forward locomotion. I cannot believe sleep some nights. The side seats of flying transportation, armrest bruise dream. You wake with red eye breath. Transportable us. I spoke of my loneliness and it responded with silence. It's been some time without sound. Asia is loud. It said, sit with me. So I am. You know I need this. This is the me you met with or without. 

[Image: Millie McDonald]