HORTENSE, YOU FOOL
The fog this morning is thick;
something about the water and
the air and the lake, conflicting.
It's not truly a conflict, though -
it's just Nature again making her
rounds. And I don't care a whit.
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One time, in Oregon or maybe it
was Utah, we lit a campfire and
the tent went up. Good thing we
had a van - sleeping in there
was easy, and the sex wasn't bad.
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No one came by, and you sweated
a lot. I remember those streaks as
they rolled down your chest.
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