Letters to Wassily



I say unto you: there is no beginning and we do not tremble, we are not sentimental.

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  • breathe in the heat for free!
    some things are better than money!
    orange-mist mornings and pen-ink air
    the lake is my lover and I’m sunning

    breathe in the sky for free!
    all things are better than money!
    white birch limbs and hunched clouds shrugging
    the lake is a liar and I’m running


  • #I used to be so precious      #old lyrics I found      #trying to be veda and failing      




    April 28, 2012

    1 year ago







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