1.8.16

friday.

north ocean rain storms.
atlantic storms of thoughts.
floods of unvoiced emotions.
daisies.

— because you told me I was like a baby bird and that maybe I should wait out this winter with closed windows and dried flowers (and hot chocolate).

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1.8.16

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