thirty one thoughts
Sunday, June 29, 2008
54 degrees and sand in your ears.
Cracked lips despite a ton of lip balm.
Smelling diesel and drilling mud.
Drinking like a million soft drinks a day.
June wasn't exactly peaceful.
Home has never felt better. * sigh *
Chandy John Benjamin
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