my life's palette
Monday, May 7, 2012
aging
Everything about this landscape changes, seemingly on a daily basis. I do not know it. No map can ever trace me back .. Save for the feeling of my tongue against the smooth cloud of the back of my bottom lip- where I am eight years old.
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Brittany
May 8, 2012 at 12:39 PM
this is beautiful, sweet one.
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this is beautiful, sweet one.
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