For when the sun's just a wisp of colour in the sky, ineffable, vast and perfect. And down below amongst these solid forms, a homely arrangement, there are distant chords, fingers on strings, to be heard in your garden. His features are hidden and yet your taste is sweet on such vivid nights. You can touch the wood you sit on and suffer your
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(& i'm so glad you took me with you)
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~Soph
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