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| when that afternoon i was playing with my fantasy farm little did i suspect i'd be awaiting the dawn with a very real horse alone but for each other in the mist of overcast sunrise sky bleeding from black to bluish grey. up all night thanks to ed's fantastic snacks, everyone else crashed out on the floor at deniz's place. we spent the morning like billiard balls, in changing combinations, colorful constellations surrounded by green. simplicity. picked a random poem and it was rain. driving back with jed, chrystya, and stephen, we stopped at a different kind of farm and then were delayed on the floating bridge by a husky game. |
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