Void of everything that is important. I am trying to think about the "road." I cannot. I am completely exhausted. All in all, I am going only because of the weather. The prospect of wind, snow, and my flashes on the beach did not let me sleep.
The road. Winter. Lack. Lack of everything that’s important. I try to think of the "road." I can’t. I’m utterly exhausted. I’m only really going because of the weather. The prospect of wind, snow, and my flashes on the beach kept me awake.
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