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Friday, February 6, 2009

spring will come with squishy mud
and darling buds
and shorter sleeves.
Posted by Me. at 3:03 PM

1 comment:

katherine said...

sometimes i smell spring, and my skin yearns to be in the fresh, damp air. it's so sweet and so new.

February 7, 2009 at 12:00 AM

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