midsummer night’s dream/ghost-ride the whip

“…y toda mi infancia viene a mi memoria envuelta en una gloria de amapolas y cereales.” What a beauitful quote, Garcia Lorca! It means “…and all my childhood comes to my memory wrapped in the glory of poppies and cereal.”  Saturday night it snowed and we were stuck in a windtunnel, tears in our eyes from laughter as our umbrellas spun out of control and collapsed.  longing for a rooftop and a claremont sycamore tree.

i think i just let the potential love of my life walk right past. he was clothed in alpaca from head to waistthese are some memories from my hometown and here’s a picture from yonderyear

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