blame me for the rocks and baby bones. (warwolves) wrote,
blame me for the rocks and baby bones.
warwolves

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And then it's suddenly 7 AM and I look outside and the mist is everywhere, and I climb out on the roof in my pajamas and a blanket and just look around, like at the houses and trees and the hills that I can't even see anymore. And I finally go inside when my feet are too cold to stay out any longer. And somehow it makes everything better.
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