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mykindafairytalee:

Everything tastes of violets today, of memories and the too long shadows that fall when one approaches silence. I’ve been walking backwards, hopscotch, over the cracks in the pavement (which open, welcoming me, it is cooler underground) running out of ink, as always, and waiting for the mail which does not come, like the rain.

It has been two hundred and forty eight days and three hours, february is the kind month, a little less to count. -The Lost Princess

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