the door to our room is being pulled and pushed by the wind from outside the window - it sounds like someone is trying to get in. not slammingly but gently, consistently, once in a while. the pressure from the winds and the constant volume of the room, i guess, makes all the difference in the world. like the road less traveled and night swimming. night swimming - deserves a quiet night. rain rain and wind and windows lit up far away close outside of my window and phantom hands bodies trying to get inside the room, but not scary-ly. the recklessness of water. they cannot seem to make it. like catherine's ghost and heathcliff(e) longing for his lover, their souls were made of the same soul-material. same silk, same cotton, same polyester, but probably not polyester. something older, and not as stretchy. and not very soft. are you hearing this rain outside? so much water - there will be a moat outside of maupin tomorrow morning. the maupin mote for madison and maddie princesses and being kind to others and using nice words and not being careless with other peoples' things and hearts, though not backspacing. well backspacing a little.
nightswimming. deserves a quiet night.
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