ELEPHANT TRUNKS and SOLITARY SAFARIS

I feel like a stripper when I write to you, so truthful and vulnerable, not just atmospheric and reflective, but what's really going on in my head. It's as if I have taken all of my clothes off and you can see way beyond my skin, all the way to my bloody heart. DRIVING TO...

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