art love
We thinks we should write more love letters. More pondering thoughts to one another. Start experimenting with different typesets and new flowers and old clothes and black coffee.
We want to go sledding with lots of layers for padding and a thermos filled with cocoa and peppermint schnapps, where we make snow angels at the bottom of the hill and our eyelashes freeze together from the snow. Remember when all there was to do was to play?
We remember. We'd go sledding and then have a sleepover in our playroom upstairs, painting nails and filling out magazine quizes and hushing one another as we sneaked downstairs to eat the leftover ice cream cake in the basement freezer. Then the next morning we would wake up at 5 or 6, just as the sun was rising, and we'd walk through our safe as safe can be neighborhood and jump on the trampoline until breakfast.
After all, these moments are what make up life. Ain't that the word, moon puddles?
*j
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