I went on the side of the house that still feels like the country and had a leak there, spied the full moon through the trees out too many nights in a row now, bleary eyed and runny; I saw my breath, that kind of moist cold with the frost setting in and everything a […]

via Irregular verb patterns and dreams — William Pearse | pinklightsabre

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