I hate borders.
I hate the number 528.
the whole of North America should be one Mega-country.
Call it Camerida.
My eyes are tired.
The gray sky is finally empty of the howls of swimmers.
Heat lghtening.
Thunder.
Rain.
A cool wind.
Love in my heart
for four others.
Never has there been a firmer surety.
The man in the hat knows this.
The runes know so much
so much that
im told
i'll shiver
if not pee
from the power in the runes
she read.
Shifts
shifts.
Shifts.
My heart and head go calm.
Go calm.