Just a short post as I'm about to leave Phoenix for Blackhorse (This is something I'm allowed to say).
Coming out of the PX from my morning Machiato I saw a ziplock bag with a set of false teeth (metal incisors) hanging on a cork-board.
It's pretty boring here, but I've been compensating by having the weirdest, most unsettling dreams.
But let us not speak of such things: Instead, a smoggy sunrise over Camp Phoenix (Plus some water bottles)
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