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[pie_of_love]

Well. I am seventeen. I've experienced so much less and more than others of my age. This is not necessarily a bad thing. But... not to be said.

Not buffed, but rebuffed. Time and time again.

Things I have experienced:
-Days of sweetness. Breathe in universe, keep within as a pocket of sun for cold hands
-Sexy dancing
-Purple pressed flowers, fresh, waxy and bruised under the fingertips
-Violet umbrellas for Saskia and Panadoll
-Adamance of the best of friends
-Burping props
-Trust
-Frisby
-Gardens and dreams of midsummer nights
-Mum
-My name, sewn and stuffed brim-full
-Sunday traditions with new friends
-Discovery of the beauty of common ground and riffs
-Catoniasta jam and orange trumpets light at the window
-Bashfulness under the peppercorn
-Pride, enrapture and desperation at the greatness of the songs
-Chinese chequers and cheating
-Fierce happiness in the stagelights

And more, so much more.

I am lucky. Remember that.