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My town was wood. And when I thought of it this way, there wasn’t anything left to think at all. Iron. Wood. What was left of the miners were gone. What was left of the wood was taken. We were alone now, and no one wanted to come back to put things in their place again.
» Posted By Amber K On 10.09.2011 @ 9:32 pm
The clouds outside are gathering, and me with one thing on my mind. It’s of no use to me without the rain, so I wait until the drops come falling down. When I’m in this place, there’s nothing left. The smell is different. It’s not the same. I’m afraid I don’t understand this rain… but at least I have an umbrella.
» Posted By Amber K On 08.24.2011 @ 2:13 pm
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Elastic reminds me of the 80’s and 90’s. I remember having some TERRIBLE elastic waisted-flowerdy lookin pants.–they might have even had the stirrups–elastic feet straps. ewe.
» Posted By Amber K On 08.10.2011 @ 12:25 pm