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Sep 2016
This is where I am.
Setteling like the dust between my floorboards...
With the dust even...
Honestly, I find myself on the ground a lot and this room has big windows and the light comes in at a slant and I can watch the lint dance from the curtains and hit the floor, like that, like me. Yes! I can watch the dust settle and not be restless at all!
I find I have too much free time, my mind is stale like bread... my parents want to feed me to the ducks not knowing it is bad for them, the creatures (the geese and me)
Maia Vasconez
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Maia Vasconez  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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