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Two wonderful summer days I have had. Slow hours in the park on a blanket with shakespeare actors clinking swords off in the background. Stepping through the wading pool. Creaky old charming kerry hall. Talking with paris about subjects I'd been neglecting to explore and thus finding aspects of self I'd forgotten. Silly movie with Mike. Basketball in the morning. Dusk and cool porches.
Everyone mentions my nail polish. (Very very hot-pink.) "It's called 'bold'", I tell them. Boys mention my skirt, which long ago I cut off from knee-length to much shorter... "did you cut that off yourself? It's a really good skirt. I like it." Two people in two days in the same park mentioned the idea of monstrous food -from aaron, the giant hoagie attempted in palestine, and from will, "what if this wading pool was instead used as a giant tortilla maker?".
Everyone mentions my nail polish. (Very very hot-pink.) "It's called 'bold'", I tell them. Boys mention my skirt, which long ago I cut off from knee-length to much shorter... "did you cut that off yourself? It's a really good skirt. I like it." Two people in two days in the same park mentioned the idea of monstrous food -from aaron, the giant hoagie attempted in palestine, and from will, "what if this wading pool was instead used as a giant tortilla maker?".