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The electricity sizzles from the main stage and tears up the grass silently, creeps towards us and through our veins. We transform into trees and our roots tangle as one and we soar into the sky and play Frisbee with the moon and have our first date in outer space, where earthly matters don’t count, because we’re intergalactic and above it all and who can witness something that happens eight thous...

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  • Huge windows overlooking the city
  • My own personal library, organized in bookshelves
  • A bar filled with champagne, whiskey, and beer
  • A big, soft chair to sink into
  • Dim lighting in the living room
  • A pole in my bedroom
  • Spaceous closets
  • High ceilings
  • A spare, empty room with mirrored walls for dancing
apr 4 2011 ∞
apr 7 2011 +