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Float on the grass, sun streaming through eyelids. Draw the blinds, still looking up. For a moment, those tree branches look like clouds, their leaves starkly white. Red looks like sin. For a moment, I can understand why Eve did it.
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
Eve
Float on the grass, sun streaming through eyelids. Draw the blinds, still looking up. For a moment, those tree branches look like clouds, their leaves starkly white. Red looks like sin. For a moment, I can understand why Eve did it.
#religion#sun#nature#summer#colors#confusion#tired
lexy-weixel
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
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