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lately when i dream, i've been standing somewhere up high. the sun is setting on a rooftop or a mountain or someplace with a view. i'm hanging my laundry and there's a tall, barefoot boy behind me with a beard and a t-shirt and an acoustic guitar and he's singing really softly about cold beaches and wine.
it's not warm and we drink our coffee black and tangle our legs together and whisper about the lives of the people flying in planes above us.
it's something that's as far from sad as i've ever known.
it's not warm and we drink our coffee black and tangle our legs together and whisper about the lives of the people flying in planes above us.
it's something that's as far from sad as i've ever known.