You're like a scar on me now.
I want to build a shrine on it.
current form
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In the vibrant yellow of a butterfly's wing, there is summer. I am young. I am hungry. Each day feels necessary. Alex G's new al...
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August used to be a sore thumb on the list of months for me. That was long ago. Certainly, before I moved to the Pacific Northwest and ... -
Planes are the best place to finish a book. You are above the human world, engine noises buzzing and humming, and best of all- everyone...
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