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A Boy Called Mooney part i And I was sitting by the window ledge looking at the slate grey sky. The glass glints dully between my eye and the outside, square panes cookie-cutting a divide in the spray of trees, sky: empyreal frieze, ground: mottled thatch of leaves, down. Like eager puppies pressed against the panes the leaves are jittery on fingered trees, shaking and bobbing excitedly. I can't hear their whispers. From here, it's like a TV on mute. The world reels outside, the trees wave, breeze goes bravely through the heat, a bird arcs downard over the paved street, a black dot bug hovers aimlessly above a bud and land, creeps inside the flowermeat. The house sinksA Boy Called Mooney part i by ~seekamongashes
Sta.sh
and it looks like a promising one
keep up the good work
and good luck
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" all you know about me is what i sold you " - m.j.k
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It's good to be a little crazy.