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it's just julie, that's all.
>>> vantage point
and he stood slightly lower in elevation than i did on the hill, yet managing to still be taller, tall enough that i could look up at him into his sunglasses and make out every move the wind blew through my hair. from that vantage point, in a way i hadn't noticed before, i could measure the breadth of his shoulders, the circumference of his arms, the sheen off his teeth when he spoke to me. this afternoon, in the sunlight, he stuck me, striking, he was wearing a white t-shirt, glowing. posted by julianne @ 12:08 pm on 09.11.06 p.s. here's uncensored. - 09.23.06 applepicking - 09.23.06 every night i have another strange but vivid dream with him in it - 09.22.06 explosion, popcorn, letters without words, and making something out of nothing. - 09.20.06 this is the night, and dancing is free until the morning light. - 09.19.06 |
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