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It's unseasonably warm for a January morning. I was dreaming of a girl and blue western skies ...a faded bedsheet sideways in the breeze on an old clothes line. I was dreaming she was mine.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
January morning
It's unseasonably warm for a January morning. I was dreaming of a girl and blue western skies ...a faded bedsheet sideways in the breeze on an old clothes line. I was dreaming she was mine.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
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