Mt. Saint Franklin


 

A sort of chastity, pollutes me.

Hinders my reaction.

Makes living unsustainable.

Almost…intolerable.

If it were not for the abandoned house.

The left shoe littered by a white line.

Trails purposely marked but deliberately…hard to find.

Clogs in the sleet and ice.

Boots in the sand.

The oddity of it all interrupting the big plan.

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