Driving home around 9pm, the sun was setting and there were thousands of fireflies glowing in the acres and acres of baled hay.
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No amount of talking is gonna soften the fall...I'm in love with the hook upon which everyone hangs.
- Birkensnake
- champagne at my campaign
- fertile crescent
- garmonic
- gross domestic product
- horizontecircular
- Jesse Moynihan
- justin bond
- kate bornstein
- kidney nid
- Leah Land
- liane
- live nud-ibranchs
- lunescent lunar phase street lights
- Marek Bennett
- radical doula
- sandor
- solidaridad con chincha mina de oro
- The Secret of Durable Pigments
- zoe
Lenya sometimes watches.
- Volver
- Que he hecho YO para merecer esto!!
- Atame
Lenya sometimes reads.
- The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali
- The Mothering Coven
- Desire: The Tantric Path to Awakening
- Yoga Spandakarika
and sometimes she listens to music.
- Dias y flores
- Hanuman Chalisa
- Have One On Me
- Rufus Wainwright
- Kitty Wells
- the beatards
Utterly Shocking
- From Goddess to Mortal
- Dream Birds
- Frederick Wiseman
- Swimming In a Sea of Death
- Crude
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