USA Visa
In Ottawa airport. On my way back to Edmonton, overnight there and on to Yellowknife in the morning.
The trees are black sticks. The sky is grey. The grass is brown and matted wet. I thought for a moment as I looked out the window on the way to the airport that I should end it all with Sh. A sense of relief, very much temporary, flooded over me. Then was overwashed and submerged in a sense of fear and desolation.
Spark, I suppose, is the news that the USA visa is on the horizon. Still feel she may got tripped up in the interview. Hope not, or she may think that I ratted her out. Which I haven't. And won't.
The trees are black sticks. The sky is grey. The grass is brown and matted wet. I thought for a moment as I looked out the window on the way to the airport that I should end it all with Sh. A sense of relief, very much temporary, flooded over me. Then was overwashed and submerged in a sense of fear and desolation.
Spark, I suppose, is the news that the USA visa is on the horizon. Still feel she may got tripped up in the interview. Hope not, or she may think that I ratted her out. Which I haven't. And won't.
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