Bed of Leaves

The first thing one may notice after some reflection is the dark collection of pellets cupped in the middle.  It looks like gravel, but it's probably faeces.  Wanna roll in this bed?

I'm stoked right now.  We're going to pull strings, dig into reserves, and battle tortuous fatigue to see Cynic for a pair of dates in separate far away places.  By the end of it, we'll be out like broken bulbs, but I'm absolutely certain it's going to be worth it.

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