February 2012
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“The air was heavy and sweet; it lay upon lips until they parted, pressed them until they smiled, entered boldly to beat in the throat like a second heart. It was air with a puzzle to it, for it was still and full of the colors of dreams”
On certain sunny days and certain warm nights, this quote dances behind everything.
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The Kid can’t get her song outta his mind.
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