Dreaming of playing the livest of musics. No wonder he was keeping time with his foot on my shin. "Your shin is the bass drum of my dreams.", he says. His sleeping bag sheltered us in the living room woods where we learned how our bodies worked. Danger bears, stay away. Let racoon hearts twist in the night. Twist, indeed, beneath the picturesque waterfall. Tender sounds mimick tender yernings. mmmhmm.
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