Naked feet dance with blades of grass.
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creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
Monday, October 19, 2009
Society Under The Electric Blanket
If the batteries keep, we might just stay warm all winter. Spring will have sprung and the hunt for new electric warmth will have begun. I can't shake the feeling that we're all going to freeze the death, but that's probably the bed bugs.
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