If we had roots, they would sprout from our fingertips. This, I can say with certainty.
Yesterday, when I came home from school, I put on a green sweater and lay on the couch with a glass of tea in one hand, and my other hand over my face, and like this I listened to my Charles Mingus record. Today, I wore a scarf that is as long as eternity.
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