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2002-07-09 || 1:46 p.m. || birthday party || it really feels like you could cast out fishing line and shiny hooks, the parachutes of spider webs, dotted lines and twine and draw 2002 and 1982 closer together, like unwitting enchanted pirate ships. the itch of handmade dresses and water fights indoors. pinatas and candy spilling and the neat rows made up of seated people up and down the stairway. dead grass and sunlight. fruit punch and ice cream. and when i imagine the two of them they are both flared out like an old super 8 movie, the color orange and faint outlines and white light caught in my eyes. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |