Lexington

Hello Lexington

When I was little I believed that the grass really was the same colour as the sky.

And strawberry wine was when I turned 17 on the riverside.

Tennessee Walker taught me how to be a mother, she whispered over my shoulder waiting on her baby to come.

Maine is so far away.

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