a warm front of old friends and hot sweat and sunshine and noodle bowls with my kin is met by the sudden rush of a summer storm. i'm off to here i'm going there i have laundry to do and all i am doing instead is running around in the rain sick in love with the thrill of leaving and secretly pretending i'm a curly toed sprite hiding from the red capped knomes in a fjord far far away.
31 May 2008
into the mist
a warm front of old friends and hot sweat and sunshine and noodle bowls with my kin is met by the sudden rush of a summer storm. i'm off to here i'm going there i have laundry to do and all i am doing instead is running around in the rain sick in love with the thrill of leaving and secretly pretending i'm a curly toed sprite hiding from the red capped knomes in a fjord far far away.
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