Clear cool water from an enamel cup, campfire smoke, crackling smolder... music in my ears and this forest is a circus. In the hammock strung up between the birches Joel sleep deeply, abandoned in sleep. His head thrown back, snoring softly and twitching, lost deep in dreamland.
The pregnant women have gone to see the waterfalls, bellies secret, seeds sprouting deep inside... we are all tucked away now, deep inside ourselves, open only on the outside... these ashes are dancing now in the dappled Jacob's ladder of our afternoon sun, drifting and settling on our shoulders like snow.
The pregnant women have gone to see the waterfalls, bellies secret, seeds sprouting deep inside... we are all tucked away now, deep inside ourselves, open only on the outside... these ashes are dancing now in the dappled Jacob's ladder of our afternoon sun, drifting and settling on our shoulders like snow.
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alexsandria:
Hey you! I'm going to be at the hostel on the 26 and 27th. You should meet me there!
alexsandria:
I just realized that you're a year younger than me. That means I'm a pedofile.