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Jun 2012
I once stopped a Sparrow while I was up in the clouds.
I asked him for a flying lesson, because I was stuck
in the fluffy white vapors.
Steve the Sparrow is a fantastic teacher.
I fly around all the time,
but I also still climb up the clouds
like I used to.

Bad habits die hard.
Some don't die at all.
genevieve moncada
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genevieve moncada
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