words, words, words! crushing my lungs and smashing my brain and sitting on my head with all the weight of stone elephants that stand in stylistic sentinel outside north berkeley homes, the green and wood and fancified flavour of west county that hide in the blanketing cowls of inexpressible hills
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...only you can spell and I can't.
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p.s. I like how we are just down the hall from each other and I can hear you talking on the phone.
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