every stick and pebble fell in a way that made the sound--

[to_make_it_last]

Well, I felt like home, which makes it right- and I know all about what home is suppose to be like, just because I read an essay about it once. I feel like I couldn't get there too soon, and that I've never been more ready for anything in my life, but that there is some kind of magnet that pulls me and them together; there are other sorts of

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[raindown_onme]

Why again didn't we hang out more?

When I read your entries I can't help but feel as if I'm standing in front of a mirror.