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[desfeuilles]

There's something -- in the angle of the sun, maybe. This time of year. In winter it's hard enough, you have to be desperate. In May, June, you start to feel stronger, like you have something besides hope.

The flowers bloom all at once and the flies breed and begin to die, and we think we're wiser than they are.

I can never decide how I feel

Comments

[desfeuilles]

*elbow-hugs*

Hedonist.

[desfeuilles]

Mmph. I'll be at the library with 'ferre.

[jehan_prouvaire]

I feel alive. :)

[desfeuilles]

Odd, that.

*ruffles you gently*

[capital_r]

Me neither, really. But. Right. *hugs all the same*

[desfeuilles]

*smiles a bit and hugsback sideways*