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[on_the_rooftops]

Everything stays the same. The past, present, and future flicker like fireflies over the weeds and spent hay fields, on and on, off and on. Memories resign themselves to the past. Here, a blue eyed girl, green, rain. Another, with the universe nestling like a new born calf in the reflection on her green iris, the wind outside, the palms of our

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[sixty_four]

do some more drugz

hi bennett!

[on_the_rooftops]

Hi Casey, you should give me your number so we can hang out over break, its been a while.