Under the roof that mother nature gave us, a black, star speckled open expanse. Soft breeze in my hair, and chips... My drunkard friend hurls chips at me, oh how hilarious, and the line waves across the side of this footbridge near the train tracks. I couldn’t decide if this really counts, but since I found an area, a private (within reason) space, off the beaten track, close to the stonework...
For sure I’m not the first to have gone here either, not in this kind of ‘student area’, on the line from town to my humble home.
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