I found you this morning. Across the mountain that is the center of our bed. You smelled of cigarrettes and sleeping dogs, which would be funny if I said we had neither. It was surprisingly nice. But considering sleeping dog is my favorite smell next to wood, not surprising at all, but just nice.

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more later.
Listening to: Mountain Goats
Thinking about: the color purple and acorns
Dreaming about: blue hair
more later.