August 8, air in September, blue square glued to the window, the lazy mid-morning coffee suspended in the mouth and in her mouth still good. Look away from telling aspect eyes full of visions, places new eyes, eyes that say "and then ... and then ... and then ..." even without speaking.
The boot and the back. Being able to hear more in your words. And there, at home, know that you can come back.
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