for here on the boulevard they made a place to read, so it wasn't until it became rocks and dirt that the tall embattled pile of memories took on its grimy, kindly eminence. She hears the laughter, and the pages of the small and lovely book are still by her bed.
for here on the boulevard they made a place to read, so it wasn't until it became rocks and dirt that the tall embattled pile of memories took on its grimy, kindly eminence. She hears the laughter, and the pages of the small and lovely book are still by her bed.
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