I think that hands are beautiful.
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I lay endlessly in the sun for hours, hoping it’s enduring knowledge will permeate me, providing inspiration and light in my ever-darkening mind.
Instead, I remain in the black.
I am Paisley and I honestly don’t know what my last name is anymore. I wear wool socks in the summer. I fall in love at least 7 times in a day. I went to another hemisphere to find myself, only to realize that I had left my identity on my island home. There was a mountain on this island and on this mountain there were lots of big trees and in these trees someone carved fairy doors. I left a gift for the ferries once. A bracelet. It was probably too large for their tiny wrists.
