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Feb 10, 2011 19:36

[There's the scent of an oncoming summertime thunderstorm, and the sound of a cicada chorus in one of the Summer courtyards - one that which opens up into an expansive blueberry farm.]

[In the middle of it is an Allen - a girl-Allen, at that - with a bandanna holding her hair back and a bucket at her feet. It's half-full of blueberries.]

[Occasionally, she stops and turns a blueberry over in her hands before popping it in her mouth.]

It's sweet~ I wonder if there's someone who can make jam out of it.

days go by!allen (ivorylullabies)

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