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Mar 2017
peaceful. head in her lap with her fingers in my hair, laying in the backseat of an uber, listening to her talk about the sunshine back home in comparison to seattle's overcast.

peaceful. curled up in an unfamiliar bed that feels oddly nostalgic as soon as she crawls in.

peaceful.
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liza
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liza  wonderland
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