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Friday, June 26, 2009

She could do everything better except spell.
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      • She was too tied up in tomatoes.
      • Whatever you want.
      • She's learning to see the background.
      • She had nothing to do with it.
      • She could do everything better except spell.
      • Even the camera sweat and squinted.
      • She had a mind to throw it away.
      • They are planted in her purse.
      • Nashville was too hot.
      • Her head is full.
      • Laughter is a good thing.
      • Taking pictures changed everything.
      • Ego is a warning sign, not a bouquet of flowers.
      • There is some natural light from the window.
      • She didn't need more.
      • She crossed her fingers.
      • She looked like an ad in Good Housekeeping.
      • What she did for her summer vacation.
      • We laughed.
      • She's not quite as interested.
      • The shots of lavender were flat as road kill.
      • The onions were a dollar each.
      • Some decisive moment or another.
      • Let's pretend.
      • She was tired of the routine.
      • There seems to be a hole in the bottom where the c...
      • They are quiet, still.
      • She carried it back to the car.
      • Remembering the smell of carnations.
      • Here it is nearly tourist season.
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