p0cketwatch3sTake me back to God's country where the air smells like lilacs and salt and i never wonder if anyone is mad at me. i move through the world like a ghost. it's too perfect, like veneers, to the point of repugnance. but i move through heaven . this summer i did nothing but lay on the beach and read for pleasure and eat fruit. i miss that
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