There were ghost ants covering my toothbrush. I rinsed them off and brushed my teeth.
Tonight’s rain left trails of clean on my arms.
Last night we talked about Pilar, PY and 1909 Reina-Valera nutjobs proponents.
The night before we talked about “seeker churches” and Louisiana accents.
Tonight we shared “How I ended up with this piece of metal in me” stories.
I wish you were here, but only if you would enjoy this as much as I am, because I am really, really enjoying this.