...most ardently.

The family is truly desperate. And when people get desperate, the knives come out.

Typewriter Series #2578 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

You had your feet up on the dash, window down and nothing else could possibly matter. Some road, some coastline weaving like thread through wool, tying us to a place, to each other and not just the versions that existed there.   Some things stick, burrow into the folds of your soul, find the corners to get lost in and stay, dormant but pulsing.   Come forth a scent, salt water or thundercloud, and we’re back, reminded, made whole, if for a moment.

Just like old times only younger. 

100 days of stranger things

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