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Feels Like, Pt. 1 [Dec 23]

In by Lucía on December 24, 2010 at 4:09 pm

You’re the only person I trust to double the speed limit down winding mountain roads, and you took your eyes off the road to ask what it feels like.  For a moment, I am quiet, slowly moving to conjure words on a pristine mind.  It feels quiet at 5:30am, watching the sunrise before classes.  It feels like the tingle of spiced Moroccan coffee watching the silhouettes of minarets.  It feels like lying in sunlight of Place des Vosges with French tinkling into my ears.  It feels like the beach in New Jersey, and returning to familiarity and our chosen families.


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