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dear mr cigarette smoker. you are ruining my life

18 April, 2009

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.


{ewa marie rundquist}

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