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black jeans, half black hoes.

in autumn you can smell the fields, burning far away

Last night around midnight we crept out to explore the remains of Thistle, a little town that was destroyed 35 years ago by a landslide/flood. The ruined houses are still submerged in water, and it is deathly quiet there.

      Trust me,             Trust me darling, do…

                              Just like I trust you.