andrecaardoso 01/03/2022
play ?fourth of july?, by sufjan stevens
?there in their secret place, his feelings bubbled inside him like a stew on the back of the stove ? some sad for her in her lonesomeness, but chuncks of happiness, too. to be able to be leslie?s one whole friend in the world as she was his ? he couldn?t help being satisfied about that.?
??yuk,? she said smiling and began to run for the old perkins place, that beautiful, graceful run of hers that neither mud nor water could defeat. [...] he hardly slept the rest of the night, listening to the horrid rain and knowing that no matter how high the creek came, leslie would still want to cross it.?
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