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2001-04-30 - 7:03 p.m. disjointed moments of sweetness flood to me on afternoons like this, when my mind is at its most peaceful(or disturbed) rapid images blink on the front step of the door to my mind, recalling my thoughts to a time when we worked in the fields sweating out the jucie of our ancestors, who worked and fell in these very footsteps spilling out their souls in puddles of hope for us one particular scent is sewn to my subconcious from that one day we wept under the sunflowers and you and i went back to your room and you baked your mama's cornbread
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