Wyoming. Where people have the power to vanish at will, it seems, I've seen them dissapear like so many flies zapped to dust by flourecent bulbs. A girl and her caramel coloured go walking through the fields at night trying to shake off the ambiguity of the day. She staves off dehydration by fellating ice pops and staring up at the sky, mesmerised by the sounds of swaying grass and the creaking chirp of crickets - and then they're gone.
Next ten words:
girble, humming, splinter, to ride, overweight, orange, to disect, wheelbarrow, Jupiter, to burn.
Kelli
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