palms kept white, hot, gold rings folded like a knot tied tight, sweat, leave, sleep, take me now.

[redraw]

Hey, sorry, I must have missed something back there, because I don't seem to recall telling you I'd be free from [dear god, he has to check the email again--] August 17 to August 31? That's a full two weeks if I'm reading this right??

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[unremittant]

You could will even warm, indolent waters away from stagnation. You could will them to life.

Make good on it, Cain. Teach me. And look forward to the coming winter. Look beyond your familiar horizon, and tell me where in the world you wish to go.

[redraw]

If I could go anywhere? Anywhere at all?

The Waitomo Glowworm Caves in New Zealand. They're absolutely disgusting, and I absolutely must see them in person. The eerie little things rather look like stars in the sky.

But if you were to ask me tomorrow, I'd likely offer a different answer.

[unremittant]

I shall ask you each day. I shall ask you recursively. Every breath you draw, a new destination.

[redraw]

[Talk about hitting the jackpot.

Steady now, Cain Hitlein.]

If only there were more than twenty-four hours in the day! There's so much out there for us to see, and so little time to see it in.