February 2012
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sleeping tigers: She Thinks of Him on Her Birthday... →
sleepingtigers:
She Thinks of Him on Her Birthday It’s still winter, and still I don’t know you anymore, and you don’t know me. But this morning I stand in the kitchen with the illusion, peeling a clementine. Each piece snaps like the nickname for a girl, the tinny bite it was to be one once….
