

wednesdaysTiny fingers crawl and reach through the gaps in the green curtains. They press on the cold, 8 AM glass; your face full of wonder. You're witnessing Autumn in the whirl-wind of leaves, shed from the pear tree I planted to mark your birth. It grew as if it had already died: brown and withered. Boughs strung out, forming thick leaves, golden green with roots rearing down into the soil.wednesdays
You squeal in delight as the porky Jack Russell (from across the road) sniffs the narrow oaks that line and shade our driveway. I remember planting them, twigs no higher than my knees. I crouched on my feet and dug my fingers into the soil, hooking t
Nonetheless, I don't think I've sent you any text organized into a sentence in more or less a year.
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Saucetastic
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YOUR FACE!
happy valentines day
ps. whatever happend to your lovely gallery?
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where do u study?
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The best way to predict your future is to create it.
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