my head is a frantic pace as i lie down on the hot ground out the back of my parents house, as i look up at this expanse of sky, as i breath in this air that is mine, that is mixed with so many things i love. and on this last day i am happy and still and moving and broken and it is tragic and joyful, all wrapped up together.
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aaah precious one.. i hope you are in the smiles of young jt. after we said goodbye i heard you talking and laughing so close by. now you are not so close by and i have the kettle on...
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