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By Lydia Date: 2003 Jun 28 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.28.19.05.26821]] |
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have lots to tell you next time we visit all about the time that passed and the way the wind knocked over my potted plant we can just sit on the porch and drink ice tea I'm not exactly sure for how long when I turn to you, your eyes look just like smoothe panes of cracked glass like the ocean froze and broke away to bits it's hard talking about stuff while you are looking at me |