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maybe i’m dreaming. i don’t know, or care. took this picture-that-looks-like-a-painting-but-that’s-just-how-it-looks-here of my Telecaster from a new favourite singing spot, its sunburst-finish drinking the last dregs from the sky from inside my pack. replenishing its glow. i’m here on the north coast of São Jorge, in the Azores, for most of April, to finish writing […]