Midsommar
July 12, 2025
It’s 1:15am as I start writing. Sitting on the back patio of the little cell I call home. Except for the tinnitus and the hum from the substation, it’s a beautiful quiet evening. I smell the residual smoke from the ash in the chiminea, and an occasional whiff of my “watering the gas meter” too&he...
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