03.June.2001
South
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inmyblood
I've forgotten exactly how missed these sticky, Summer days became when I re-located to the North. The Southern sun, the hot grass, the fierce wind, the foreboding clouds, evenings stretched on the ground staring into a violent gaze of stars, stars, stars. So much youth, so much forgotten, so much recaptured, from the flames of the oil mills to the isolated corn fields.