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On Butterscotch Days
The endless blue sky is not big enough to hold her memories, so it doesn't
The sky is low, the clouds are mean
The ghosts of those words hung over us like clouds
Electroswing
warm summer rain
The air full of ice and electricity, and then the sky went green and the air raid sirens went off
Star Test
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