How High The Moon

[walapalooze]

Jazz in stereo, in a warmly lit room. Wood floors cold in the autumn time call for socks, warmed by the fire on my feet. Turning around, through the crack of my parent's bedroom door, I see yellow leaves floating down through the mist, to the grass, still wet from the fog and rain. Piano and shuffling brushes on the snare, sort of sad

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[csihouse]

Seven.

Everybody knows I love the word Seven. The number, I am partial to.

[csihouse]

Today, I drank eleven cups of tea.

[csihouse]

four of green tea, three of strawberry, two of citrus spice, and one licorice spice and one egyptian spice. Yum. Tea is the new juice.

[csihouse]

remember the weird tea we found in my fridge?

[csihouse]

Who puts tea in the fridge?