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dear mr cigarette smoker. you are ruining my life

18 April, 2009
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and make my clothes smell not so good the next day. the night was magical still. interpretive dancing dancing dancing to songs in a different language. a mythical nordic language from the land of vikings and white and yellow snow and wine from the land of my childhood. a luscious dark red quilt with velvet patches. sun on my face in the morning. sitting through a duststorm at the bus stop. wondering why it was so easy to break my own promise so thoroughly. tea and tea and more indie music.

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{ewa marie rundquist}

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