16 October 2009
you are the bluest light.
last night, friends and i went to the gardner museum after hours. it was pretty spooky at night. but i still want to live there. then we went to my place, sat on the floor around a little table, drank sangria, ripped apart a loaf of fresh bread, dipped it in olive oil and pretended that we were in italy for a bit. it was lovely.
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