The facial toner smells of America. Everything smells of America. I long for its oceans to cover me; I long to hold my breath and swim in its waves until my lungs explode. America, my pin-straight highway to eternity. America, my big sky, tall mountain, wide plain, deep sea. America, my home. I count the minutes, pack my giggles.
America, did you wait for me?
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way.
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- Cajsa
- "If I can go to New York, live madly, and write. I will want for Nothing."
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