a post-it note from paradise
the day here is painted with snow, washed out with road plows and sunshine serum to take the edges off (the day keeps drying) the sky that wraps around the valley looms large overhead pressing blue lines into me pressing short stares free into the open air where every crawling lovely can come along and smile and i am dancing
2008-01-17 | 12:53 p.m.
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