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Listening to Camera Obscura in the cool cool May and June night air. Lying on the patio.
Reclining in the car...French Navy every few minutes.
Red shoes with bows.
The dawn from the other side. All blue and pink and beautiful.
The taste of the air.
Lying by the creek near the Lied fields. The clouds looked like rabbits, and the air was heavy and thick.
When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing. I would walk a hundred miles for a glimpse of your northern smile.
Reclining in the car...French Navy every few minutes.
Red shoes with bows.
The dawn from the other side. All blue and pink and beautiful.
The taste of the air.
Lying by the creek near the Lied fields. The clouds looked like rabbits, and the air was heavy and thick.
When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing. I would walk a hundred miles for a glimpse of your northern smile.