i can't wait just like you can't wait / until we're out past familiar gates / those seven words shook the life back in / so let's just run 'til we lose our breath.

she lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing.

Posted: Aug 13, 2011 | Posted by marcy |

certain things [of late. and other things of not so late] make me want to move to the middle of america and do something so incredibly humble.

like build fences. or harvest strawberries.

do they harvest strawberries in the middle of america??

i hope so.




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