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i’m a heavy-headed girl

(don’t ask me how i got this way / ’cause it’s been too long to tell)

Otherwise inconsequential walks down the road are doused in a new hue. There are trifling trips to the British seaside / picnic tables in anchoring market pubs / trains too hot or trains too cold / tanned shoulders in spaghetti-strap camis / impromptu backyard parties / late-night running / the south of France / shandy. Thank you, sunshine, for reminding me where the hope is kept.

 

 

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