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i know no better experience than growing your own strawberries, except, perhaps, eating them.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

half-moon holding pattern

peter pan flew and flew and flew and flew. the girl sat on the bank and watched. she knew she'd eventually have to deal with singed wings. but he was, after all, so pretty to look at.
Posted by Capegirl at 4:41 PM

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