She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Things on my grandmother's line always smelt better then they did inside, much like the way that I experienced them was better than the way that you did, if you were inside and I was outside. It's all where you are at the time that makes your subjective reality.
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