these green trees greenest than green pour around my house like an insulating blanket. they're one solid dark green color that packs into this window like a thick liquid grime. 
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an old french song comes up on my itunes.
i miss a world i forget. i miss being five, traveling through europe with my family, those auburn stone-laden alleys, the blue july noons, so clear and distinctly airy, light. 
i miss what i would never be able to do and be and have again. i miss those moments that seemed to wash away from me like water. i miss old friends, old houses, old lives; and the new ones that never came to be. 
interview with cnn & maddy’s first race.
10 years ago
1 loving replies:
Your words are so meaningful. This must have been written yesterday, but I don't understand why you are so sad :(
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