A distant rumble of thunderous dissatisfaction outlines an almost-empty cherry orchard. A furtive glance and scowl at the horizon precedes my hasty packing. I cram paperdolls and blueprints into a beaten messenger bag. The weather and urgency finds me dealing in necessitated spontaneity, again.
4:58 p.m. - 2016-06-26
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