after the birds land…

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Life

This city is electric.
On foggy days, the skyline lights up as we drive past on the highway.
Neruda on my mind, Theophilus London on the stereo.

We bought some forsythia and cherry branches that night after negotiating our way through several flower vendors on Fannin. That might not have been a good idea –  two ladies roaming the downtown streets for a good deal?

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artist. homebody. cinephile. slow book collector.

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