vanilla raindrops

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raw vanilla

i feel like my shoes are gigantic. but they are green.

the day is warm in that soft, relaxing kind of way that makes it feel like the very air is stroking you. i love the sound of the tree and the wind chimes. "looks like it's going to rain," says my dad. "but we can still leave the sprinkler on." i like the sound of things today; there is a quietness below everything. the refrigerator opening, water and dishes, a caged bird chirping, he clears his throat. eight-year-olds with squeaky voices shout out in the warm grey leafy wind day. a motorcycle hums and my feet feel comfortable in these green vans, even though i keep looking in the mirror every five minutes to see if they really make my feet look as huge as i thought the last time i looked in the mirror. vicodin makes things nice and soft. but today everything's nice and soft without it. i'd like to discover a great local band and listen to them. a lot.

i like the taste of raw vanilla.

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