Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme.
They're the type of song that makes you want to weep not cry. Sweet tears not bitter. It sounds like the past. An empty forest. An abandonned maypole. Paints a sepia brown picture with folded and torn edges. Like a postcard memory. Forgotten grief. Sit and wonder. Forces you to apologise. Tragically beautiful. So
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by the way that comment underneath it is soooo cool!! wow ur soo cool jenni!!!
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