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"distance: setting
There's water, cement, and a jet black shoe. There's an airplane overhead, the forced silence of its fingernail dragging along the gray chalkboard sky. There's rainclouds, there's litter, there's creamy white windshields, transparent as a stutter. There's July and August and September, and then there's now, when we're quiet behind scarves, when we can't see the rain. There's an idling car, sulking curbside, kicking exhaust. And there's us and the leaves, falling from the trees and not saying goodbye."
- Dave Gulbis
Have a wonderful today!
Love you, mean it
Emily
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