I'm taking donations to pay for a new camera battery because the two I own are now depleted and give me 1 minute and 43 seconds of use before shutting off automatically before the third verse is finished.
The Gulf Coast fall winds buffet the van with irregular gusts. I have an "urge for going" down the carefree highway with the migratory birds where troubles can be reflected on and not confronted with my impoverished bravery...Hoyt Axton as soundtrack to the deranged lone wolf poetry of my petroglyph wanderings.
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