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Monday, March 15, 2010

Upon arrival

When you come next, pluck a whole bunch of the dried dandelion flowers. And we shall spend the rest of the evening blowing tiny white parachutes off their stalks into the crimson evening sky and chasing them. Tiny white parachutes all over my place. Tiny white parachutes all over me. All over you. Tiny white parachutes between you and me.