Meadowlark Prairie and i'm in the wind; i am going to let it take me where it may

her responses start to give an impression of who she is. suddenly, he's not concerned so much with how he looks. grayday, he replies before he can think about it too much.

wait. what the fuck? sorry, grandpa.

his eyes follow her gesture to the slab of stone that's practically impossible to miss. thank you, he says anyway. then, everywhere. nowhere.