[oranges sit perfectly sunday]
[sunday sights in russian heights]
when those days come and they unfold me and lay me out holding it is all i can do but remain calm. there is no other nothing else no where to be but in the adventure. in the hands of the day and the company. we wobbled up the hill and the cables yelled under the street. the sun lit out faces and the ground welcomed the break from falling water. words fell from our mouths. i was giddy but calm i was taken care of i was safe and sound in the abyss.
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