She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Lights dance in my eyes through raindrops forming a constellation across my windshield and through them, I see molecules, whole other worlds, atoms, chain reactions. I huff back into my seat and y fingers tighten and I wish I had bought those gloves I saw last week.
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