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She sat in front of me, smug expression worthy of being captured and time and worth something. Well, not in the esteem of, let's say a DiVinci or anything so profound... but perhaps a stamp. Yes, and I would like to be the one to smash that little smudge of ink across it. Of course I won't. I smile back, plotting quietly.
writing since 2010 · 2 entries · 1 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Crista showed up.
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the words Crista reaches for
stampthinkingoccupiedeyesfixedlatestcollector'seditionmeantobliviousslowlysnakedhandtablestoletopmost