I wake to a different place
the air heavy and damp
I'm just waiting for the bus to come, for Brownie to tell me the plan
What's next, how do we get out
Why did it rain so
Why did she go so far
I was standing in the jungle
Deep in the disaster
Geting the signal about aftershocks and drama
Loking at the grafitti on the ruins
Adieu
Maybe thats what Brownie is planning
Maybe that's what the rain means.
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