When the careful angles of the tent I carry myself in, tumbled off the mountain there was no telling what shape I lay in now. The canyon walls had deep scratch marks weathered into it as if many before me had tried to hold on all the way down. A green mural grew up ahead like a billboard for travel to a new state: come see what life is like it advised me. It comes in so many colors....
When the careful angles of the tent I carry myself in, tumbled off the mountain there was no telling what shape I lay in now. The canyon walls had deep scratch marks weathered into it as if many before me had tried to hold on all the way down. A green mural grew up ahead like a billboard for travel to a new state: come see what life is like it advised me. It comes in so many colors....
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