Exit, Phase Three: The Landing
Hello New World.
Landing on top of a 236th birthday celebration. Familiarity breeds contempt? Maybe.
Maybe there is also a cold comfort in contempt. A don't criticize what you can't understand kind of thing. I love this place because it drives me crazy. I understand.
In the United States bigger is better. It has to be. It thrives in its sense of enormity. The once and future Last Living Town. Welcome to the big sky. The big sky is too big to sympathize.
Be careful of low flying clouds.
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