Photograph me some nice wild ponies, beloved Sarah. Please? I long for them... and for you... and for the Old Days.
Is there still magic in every word you speak? When the wind blows too fiercely, are there winged things scraping the sky? When the air shimmers above the pavement on a hot summer day, do you see through the window to the other side?
I'll send you pics as soon as I have them. I miss it all too, we should bring it back someday. and by the way, it was you who taught me to look through the windows in the first place.
may looks no-good, though everything is so much up in the air right now I could just as easily end up up there for the whole summer. *frustrated* *confuzzed* I'll let you know when the mud settles a little.
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Is there still magic in every word you speak? When the wind blows too fiercely, are there winged things scraping the sky? When the air shimmers above the pavement on a hot summer day, do you see through the window to the other side?
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(Sometime you should let me know if you're coming home at all in May. So I'll have that to look forward to, and whatnot. ^^)
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I'll let you know when the mud settles a little.
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