We rode a lumber cart down a steep hill
Crashing into a sign
We went skinny dipping
In a mountain river
Leafed through molding books
Piled on sagging shelves
In an earthen lodge
Climbing into a rusted Studebaker
I drove off into the darkness
Naked and unafraid
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