If it makes you move, or moves you, or grooves you, it’ll be here; the blues rolls on, rock steady knocks, and they all are here now, and I think they all will be here from now on.
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If it makes you move, or moves you, or grooves you, it’ll be here; the blues rolls on, rock steady knocks, and they all are here now, and I think they all will be here from now on.
“Luciana and I spread boundless, oceans of braided wildwood. I said our adventure and she yes, brought things that said she wanted to agree. A patterned dress, a pound of sliced meat, a thin bra that turned her the pearlescence of a shell. We slipped into the hive some lustrous word, carving wooden houses, translating each other into texture and light.”
Alyssa Morhardt-Goldstein | Nympholepsy