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[shadowa]

We lay foundations for this life in this river and watch them wear away, and every sigh you plant in time just lays its chin on my blue windowsill like a reaching willow branch. The roof is swaybacked and mossy, the floors creak, the plaster cracks, the paint chips, the walls groan. We're drinking hot milky tea from mugs that children painted with

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[jinx]

i love this! i had totally forgotten that fact about windows melting - when/where/from whom did we learn that? it's tickling at my brain now.

[shadowa]

Peggleston!

[jinx]

oh my god, no shit? that's amazing! i guess high school WAS good for something, after all... :)