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water in the fields. the wind pours down.
heavens it's tasty, and expeditious.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
i develop my own vocabulary
agony, agony, dream, leaven, and dream
we went walking in the supermarket
with walt whitman.
there were peaches.
there may have been innuendo.
it's a big world.
it was a good time.
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