In my dining room by the cases lined with foreign shot glasses, and to the right of the plant my grandmother has been growing since the beginning of my time, is a window. A big one that, never has blinds or curtains to shield it. These are eyes no one wants to shut out. These eyes scan my suburbia, city life, my town tucked away with the mountains
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i can picture every line, every box, every detail.
and not because i, have looked out of that window with my own eyes, but because i can see what's outside that window through your eyes.
well done, my dear.
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XOXO
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...reminds me of Daly City where I had wonderful childhood memories <3
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.. i miss Daly City and how people say "hella!"
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but yes, the hella lives on.. lol whered u move away to?
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