and then
lacy told her the sky was not growling it was just thunder. or as peter would say just air rubbing up against eachother.
Infer: This is a moment. This is a resembled movement. A document a drawing a low blow a fuck. We sift oceanic bewteen what happened and the dream. We drunk and fumble. We are aesthetically pleasing. We are floating out.
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