Parading

Oh blame life. That we just want more.

Summer rain. Mud. A cup of tea.
Summer rain. Mud. A cup of tea.
Our teeth, our eyes. A baby in a stroller.
Our teeth, our eyes. A baby in a stroller.
Another spoonful of crème brûlée, sweet burnt crust crackling. (Ellen Bass)
Another spoonful of crème brûlée, sweet burnt crust crackling. (Ellen Bass)

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