Local Natives. On a Carousel.
A Mid-February Sky Dance
Dance toward me, please, as if you were a star with light-years piled on top of your hair, smiling, and I will dance toward you as if I were darkness with bats piled like a hat on top of my head. ~Richard Brautigan
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Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of...– Richard Brautigan