Oct 23, 2006 02:56
Her hands were in her pockets. They were there when I picked her up and there when I dropped her off.
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We cast anchor for the night, surrounded by pretty woods on all sides, with noisy crimson and green parrots all over. Our nakedness and the humidity made our bodies seem like real plants, that were rubbery and waxy like fakes.
I couldn’t get over it.