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The Selcouth GirlIn a cardboard cutout of a. Run out of silver. We drank lemonade and. Ate freeze dried ice cream. In the universe we. When we had already been. Silence with our voices. The living room is. And if you hold your breath long enough. Turn a shade lighter. It's too late to. When the skies are purple. I imagine they are mountains. It looks like art, sound like art, must be . art? Dream a little dream of me - Louis Armstrong. Xx miss you guys, am I slow or what? How is the light where you are. It does make me.
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