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I bought a few sprigs of lavender tied with yarn from a boy outside the bookstore during the brightest days of summer. The small decoration lay on a stack of books by the bed, scent fading with the passing days, inches from my pillow. Meanwhile I ran about dusting and polishing, fluffing and waxing, making everything nice. At night I fell into sleep moments after lifting my feet from the floor, forgetting all I dreamed.
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Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
stellanoj
the way of the sprig
I bought a few sprigs of lavender tied with yarn from a boy outside the bookstore during the brightest days of summer. The small decoration lay on a stack of books by the bed, scent fading with the passing days, inches from my pillow. Meanwhile I ran about dusting and polishing, fluffing and waxing, making everything nice. At night I fell into sleep moments after lifting my feet from the floor, forgetting all I dreamed.
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