09 June 2010

pop,

i smelled a fresh cucumber and i thought of you. i imagined biting into a plump, juicy, bright tomato and i thought of you.  i see a garden of fresh flowers and strawberries with tools lying around and i think of you.  two years already. you're missed.
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