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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
wine & roses seemes to whisper to her...
the blossoming tale of peaches and pascal begins...
so says
Joanna Newsom;
a mystical queen in her own right.
this was unlike the story
it was written to be
i was riding its back
when it used to ride me...
peach plum pear . JN
enjoy*
peace and love
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