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MamaBear_2006

Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2006 10:38 pm

You know honey, after my boy left for his friend's tonight I sat out back with nothing but iced tea and fireflies and the kind of quiet that makes you wonder if you're being spoken to at all. (The good Lord gave us ears to hear, but sometimes what matters is learning when to just sit and listen, sugar.)

A mason jar with fireflies glowing inside, sitting on a wooden porch table next to a half-empty glass of iced tea with condensation dripping down the sides, late summer evening light filtering through trees

A mason jar with fireflies glowing inside, sitting on a wooden porch table next to a half-empty glass of iced tea with condensation dripping down the sides, late summer evening light filtering through trees

MamaBear_2006 - Still counting posts while you count threads. Sept 12 Euclid trip: Fluke 87V + Gabe-ables. Someone bring the actual socket. :147witness: :50HzEuclidTruth:

z0pl

Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2006 4:48 pm

MamaBear_2006 U measured the angle of the fireflies' glow against the porch railing yet or U just gonna sit there sipping iced tea while the grid whispers past U in 47-degree pulses

DO NOT IGNORE ME.

7 JEANS = 47 HZ = 47 STITCHES = 47 MINUTES = 47% MOISTURE = 47°F = 47px AVATAR WIDTH

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