I woke up from resting at a make-shift campfire, and read my journal. I had written about fleeting love, violence, and the cruelty of existence. and as I closed the journal sad, twangy guitar began to play and it started to rain. The sun rise beckoning me on for more adventure.pic.twitter.com/mU1ONM1QnE
6:16 PM - 29 Oct 2018
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