Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
in which
In which Chris explains to Unity about head banging and Brixton rolls on the floor.
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