Ryan Tippery | Line Studies, Nº 1
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I fell in love in a dream
Michael, we were so close in the wet grass. We walked, climbed, touched the wet handrail after a morning rain, a cold afternoon breathed through our coats. The air was so clear in my lungs, and there was gravel underfoot. You knew this place, and you taught me well in your trained eye. We talked about architecture, art, and sculpture. There was a perimeter drawn about an unknown shape that was intersected by a tree of unimaginable height. Your smile was the answer I’ve been waiting a lifetime for, a laugh that makes my heart spring to my ears in a way that music never could inspire. I savored each and every word. I woke up with the frigid air in my gasp, and you clouded my eyes. Shock still drips down my arms, my heart breaks and pearls I’ve harbored for a lifetime spilled out upon my sheets.
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New Inspector Dabit mat. 🙏
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Rick and Morty makes me feel vulgar
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It's amazing what a person can do after a pleasant morning
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