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the 3pm sun is streaming through the window with glued-on paper flakes illuminating the furniture casting dark shadows against light wood and i'm tasting snow on my tongue and thinking that this feels like freedom

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crystallaiz

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Written by

crystallaiz

Published: Mar 4, 2016
LinesWords: 1035

Notes: Last time everything felt surreal, but now I feel real. It feels great to be real.
Tags: #sun #real #free #snowflake #afternoon #wooden #dessert

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