seethingblue's Diaryland Diary

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green papered roses

"Once, on a bus in New York, she had seen the man of her dreams. She was twelve and he was carrying a guitar case and roses wrapped in green paper, and there were raindrops on the roses and on his hair, and he hadn't looked at her once. He was sitting directly across from her and staring ahead and he didn't see anyone, anything there."

-from Weetzie Bat by Francesca Lia Block

15:10 - 30 September, 2002

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