hanoi – Get Up Eight

Sometimes the metaphor is a bit too on the nose

My gaze travels up two fleeting stars peek through the clouds make an all-too brief, too rare appearance then float away, retreating behind cover It’s crisp tonight. Go easy You’re carrying precious cargo I always go easy Do you, though? Well, the point is that sometimes you go too slow We’ve just paused and asked …

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