Runes & Rhymes

When That Day Comes

We’re waiting for the day when we can say, it’s over, foreverWe’re tired of...

By Allergy and Allegory

There is a ghostland somewhere near Of spirits of the Earth And aging oxygenated dirt And there is hope and there is hate But no one ever shows up late

1,006/133

The border of Mexico is exactly 1,006 miles away from the hospital where I was born. Which means that had I been born, say, 1,007 miles to the south my destiny would be aligned under very different stars.

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