The sky drapes a bosom along the plain.
Failed machinery in Lusk, Wyoming, where we waiting for Amazon, Fed-Ex and good luck. The sky drapes a bosom along the plain. The politics of the region scare me and confuse me. But I ate a free steak dinner and became friends with some red-hats. Nothing is one-thing.
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