Finding Peace at the Most Beautiful Taco Bell in the World
I need the ocean to quiet my thoughts, the surfers to remind me I’m a person, the Taco Bell as a place where I become solid again.
What am I feeling, what am I seeing, what am I hearing, what is the worst thing that could happen, what is the best, what is the most likely?
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