life of a loony.

the smell

Filed under: life, months years eras — lindsey 05-21-08 @ 19.27

resting under a tree

Last week, the air smelt like flowers all over. Now, when I open the windows, I get a whiff of sun on big, young leaves. I think this is very nice.

Yesterday, I went out for a drink with some friends from work. We guessed what people’s secrets were.

“Do you have a secret?” they asked me.

I didn’t know. Do you have a secret?

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