black cats with bald bandy legs giving me furry kisses
playing banjo til my fingers callous
feverishly writing lists of secret fears on napkins in the beer garden with sophie
seeing the stars burn waywardly through the gumtrees at waverock
spending a whole day in constant communication with gen, and feeling like she is back here again.
walking through the farmers markets, arms bundled with bread
Dylan's mannerisms, gesticulations, expressions, presence.
red wine outside in the cool evening
dreams about a tall willowy woman as the air changes shape around her
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