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[pocketsfull]

Sometimes when it's really hot and sunny outside I get so tired my eyes become little slits and all I can see are bright glints of Jackie's uncle's harmonica and higher blue that was probably the sky. We stay on her porch where she paces and attemps to play a few scattered notes and I count the boards because the forth one is unstable and the tenth

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[pourquoi_pas]

your entries make me want to escape and dance in a sunflower field and just be...free.

[subtexts]

i think that type of unkempt naturalness is desirable and very unelegant in a way that makes it intrinsically elegant. does that make any sense whatsoever?