Walking up the crisp grass hill
Skinny trees and branches
Tree that you debated climbing
Brown grass, brown deer, slate sky.
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We have come to drag days. We have come to drag days. We escape them sometimes and the feeling is different, more intensified. We escape them within the walls of our fidgety hearts where we hide. They will turn around. They will turn around... -Guided By Voices
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