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Light a Candle for the Nexus6

Three sheets out. I can barely discern the bottle rolling anout the fo’c’sle. And I’ve been thinking. About the wind. Its new scent and the changes it bares. And about ol Hunter Thompson’s high-water mark. Do I have the right kind of eyes? I did once. Not for the places it led, but about the long days in horse latitudes. Dusty boots with water for miles. And fathoms.

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