Cracked scaphoid has good and bad days. Mostly good.
The rest is just old battle wounds ...
Cracked scaphoid has good and bad days. Mostly good.
The rest is just old battle wounds ...
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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