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- the stars
- lying in bed at 15:06. open window. writing jumbled up diary entries. a rare late-summer breeze ghosting across my face.
- (the obvious ones; things I always miss) cuddles with my father; seeing my sisters faces every day; misty cat; homemade bread; family pop master; my bed, my bed, my bed; mother
- the smell of cigarette smoke coming through my bedroom window. (no, really)
- the farmhouse
sep 8 2011 ∞
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