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It was a beautiful afternoon. The sky so marvelously blue.
I live for days like this in New York City.
And I've finally begun to write again.

I ain't no vision, I am the girl
Who loves you inside and out
Backwards and forwards with my heart hanging out
I love no other way
What are we gonna do if we lose that fire

- Feist

Happy Birthday, even if you are no longer mine.

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"Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid. It is no conservationist love. It is a big game hunter and you are the game." - Jeanette Winterson

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White cotton candy fluff and butter cream frost the cars, sidewalks, and trees. From a distance you can pretend it's anything until you exercise your legs through mixing it with dirt, slip & fall with the slush, and break your neck. I have a perverse liking to blood absorbed snow like random streaks of wild cherry syrup from a love affair come ( Read more... )

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