+39° 20' 12", -76° 37' 38"

I have gaps, but that was no hologram. I loved you easily. I am wrecked and sorry. It's boring now. I'm glad, and scraping off this residue of care.

+42° 35' 48", -71° 33' 39"

She's wrestling with malice and talent. She wants to belong; surely someone has told her this is impossible? Her proper match is Beowulf. Still, she chooses amity. She must be a secret. This must be a vault or a gallery. But how did I get in? I'm not even prey.