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Feb 2014
Of course i wish i heard something other than waves but _. Every hour lulled to sleep my the drowsy winded beach. Most of it is blood pumping, pulled by the moons- cars on the freeway. Harsh worked up build up blood and the crash and the far far away twinkling of salty water beating salty water. It's always snowfall and summer heat and wind blowing my curtains in, your breath and the curls of your hair, so persistently.
Rhiannon
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