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San Diego, California

English Teacher

With light eyes and careless hair. I am fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care. Whatever the case, my room is now cold. I poured a glass of wine; playing music and lit a candle-- perfect lighting. I can see my breath, my feet are cold, the window is open-- fresh. I I kinda like it that way, and dont think i'll change it for anyone-- almost. I will light a fire too. Brr. my feet are still chilled. I typically fall in love with fire--wood crackling with deep blue flames. So, i am what i love, not what loves me. good thing i suppose. I would get burnt. And, I suppose there is no room for the needy, fraught, mildly vulnerable indvidual whose indepedence and strength sometimes oversha