the galleyfinally here now in north carolina lying on the clean sheets listening to ben's voice and devin's guitar and behind that the gentle gallop of the ceiling fan. it stirs the night air; cool, muggy, perfect. the house feels like an attic, all paneled in wood with sloping ceilings. i smell mildew, rosewater, cigarettes and clean sheets. i'm so tired. i'm so happy to be here.
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