maybe you won't do it no matter how nicely i ask. so, i'm taking a chance. we both know it.
just read this story - it's carver's "cathedral", if that matters.
i experienced something similar the other day, you see. in a chapel whose walls are my brown brown hair i knelt at the altar behind my eyelids. it's been a while.
my home must always be within walking distance of a swing set.
that's no longer a mere luxury.
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we talked about this once, maybe.
kindof?
so get out your colouring tools and construction paper.
[also: my stomach is jumping for summer. in a good way.]
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