So many months past since I last wrote.
The promised land is always shattered, I think as I extend my thumb to the sky, just a cowgirl with the blues, woke up with a bottle of whiskey still in my hand, next to my foster brother, threw on someone elses sweater, light fading and walked to the highway stomping, determined in my leather boots. I...
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xoxo
I may be for the first time hitting the states on the west coast in november.
Are you still an hour out of NY???
I think of you often and hope everything went well.
Love you angel. xoxo