Thursday, August 14, 2008

Summer Crack

Perhaps you've seen me? I'm the juice stained woman waiting for the farmer's market to open on Saturday morning. I'm strung out on nectarines and cherries. There are fruit fibers stuck between my teeth and I my sweat smells like pie.

I can quit any time I want. Really, I can.

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