Waiheke

Waiheke

Friday, May 21, 2010

Te Koha

There is a room. In the room our beds. Our belongings. A fluorescent light found only in Elementary schools and basement workshops illuminate the whitewashed plaster. An old monitor accompanied by keyboard. Microwave door ajar, set to high, five minutes. A coat rack, with a rifle case. A rifle in the case. A rifle in case Micah gets sassy.

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