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Nostalgia is the little girl you see drawing on the sidewalk with colorful chalk. Her favorite lollipop flavor is watermelon. She also likes cotton candy and Blues Clues (she sings along with the theme song and yells “pawprint!” and “clue!” to her TV). She is the girl who lives in the big blue house at the end of the cul-de-sac. She wears silly bandz from her wrist up to her elbow and makes all the other kids want that limited edition glow-in-the-dark piece of rubber. Nostalgia is a gets a little sad when she falls and scrapes her knee. And sometimes― sometimes, when she breaks one of her precious silly bandz, or loses one of the jibbitz on her blue crocs, or doesn’t want to wake up in the morning but has to anyway― she gets a little sadder. Nostalgia doesn’t really know what she’s going to be like in the future. She wants to be a pet doctor, as she calls it. She wants nothing more than to not be sad, but who knows who she will turn into. Bitterness? Grief? Wistfulness? All she knows is she will eventually turn into someone else. Nostalgia just wants to keep her silly bandz, keep playing in the woods, fake sick in bed, and never move out of her big blue house on the corner of the cul-de-sac. Nostalgia never wants to grow up. Does she really have to?
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
that little girl in the big blue house
Nostalgia is the little girl you see drawing on the sidewalk with colorful chalk. Her favorite lollipop flavor is watermelon. She also likes cotton candy and Blues Clues (she sings along with the theme song and yells “pawprint!” and “clue!” to her TV). She is the girl who lives in the big blue house at the end of the cul-de-sac. She wears silly bandz from her wrist up to her elbow and makes all the other kids want that limited edition glow-in-the-dark piece of rubber. Nostalgia is a gets a little sad when she falls and scrapes her knee. And sometimes― sometimes, when she breaks one of her precious silly bandz, or loses one of the jibbitz on her blue crocs, or doesn’t want to wake up in the morning but has to anyway― she gets a little sadder. Nostalgia doesn’t really know what she’s going to be like in the future. She wants to be a pet doctor, as she calls it. She wants nothing more than to not be sad, but who knows who she will turn into. Bitterness? Grief? Wistfulness? All she knows is she will eventually turn into someone else. Nostalgia just wants to keep her silly bandz, keep playing in the woods, fake sick in bed, and never move out of her big blue house on the corner of the cul-de-sac. Nostalgia never wants to grow up. Does she really have to?
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a note     a letter         a chord in this context, all the same her calloused fingers pluck heartstrings and play a cutting refrain of four three two one she tells a story of a girl who has no idea what she is doing whose hands are supple and young whose fingers count out four three two one she listens she plays she has no idea what she is doing a letter she writes she reads she tells a story she has no idea what she’s doing she plays a chord of four three two one her heartstrings have been plucked she her different people same chord same letter same note four three two one different girls same note same chord same letter she writes she reads they have no idea what they are doing she reads she writes things change different girls same letter same chord same note but these two share it four three two
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Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
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a note     a letter         a chord in this context, all the same her calloused fingers pluck heartstrings and play a cutting refrain of four three two one she tells a story of a girl who has no idea what she is doing whose hands are supple and young whose fingers count out four three two one she listens she plays she has no idea what she is doing a letter she writes she reads she tells a story she has no idea what she’s doing she plays a chord of four three two one her heartstrings have been plucked she her different people same chord same letter same note four three two one different girls same note same chord same letter she writes she reads they have no idea what they are doing she reads she writes things change different girls same letter same chord same note but these two share it four three two
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