Standing with my eyes shut on the coast at sunset.. GT's Kombucha in my left hand, worn denim, boots, the scent of the Pacific currents merging secretly. We talked about the places that we go, we talked about how they are rubbing off on us.. maybe even becoming the literal sensation that we feel of our own self. The thrill and absurdity of that thought sweeps over me..
As I watched the deserts of Southern California slowly fade beneath us..
I asked myself on the plane, "What is you?"
I feel tonight and tomorrow I am writing him down.
Andrew Tipton
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