baskets hold mystics
with swallow songs,
serape's and soothing words
take heed of the water
solid to walk on
no need to drink it
and after all the rules
misgivings and signs
finally all that is left
is beauty
takes awhile to walk to it
without bumping into reality
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the main st in SJ Capo...
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i love the simplicity of this...it's quite nice.
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P.S. I told Juls that Jinny took the sun from her pocket, and mailed it to me. 
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lol and I told her I stole it lol
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Yes, I know. And then she accused you of placing it in Jinny's pocket...lmao.
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