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Jacarandas explode into purple in empty streets at dusk. They feel the heat like I feel it and I wish I could cover myself in flowers like they do because they love this town like I love you Quietly, and with flowers.
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Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 8:21 AM UTC
Another Jacaranda Summer
Jacarandas explode into purple in empty streets at dusk. They feel the heat like I feel it and I wish I could cover myself in flowers like they do because they love this town like I love you Quietly, and with flowers.
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South African
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 8:21 AM UTC
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