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May 2014
His old shoes were always on in bed, but he left his mind outside the bedroom door. He told me, "There is no need for it where I am planning to go." I want to know where he travels to when those eyelids rest. I imagine it a place where it snows in the summer. A woodland area where leaves fall upwards toward the sky and collect on the clouds.
Tiffany Nelson
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