The Difference Between Lonesome & High Lonesome, Part 5Jen Tynes
Sometimes the wood is getting excited on its own, smell of H- O-N-E- Y means a low patch of haze on the horizon. The time of year you want it to be is still several months in the making. I am darned if I affix to you, homebody, a whole cauliflower of ears like a ramping over things (w/ engines, attractions). California does not lead to this "kind" of connection: I am all pussy-tinctured in the back of the theatre, long after the spot light we located smokes.
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