"...the only thing that would be different would be you. not that you'd be so much older or anything. it wouldn't be that, exactly. you'd just be different, that's all. you'd have an overcoat on this time...or you'd heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. or you'd just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. i mean you'd be different in some way..." the catcher in the rye
Monday, May 16, 2011
lemon cake
green grass from a window-camera lens partially closed
long bike rides, stopping to take off my shoes and eat an orange
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