everything is wet

This is my notebook, nearly full of summer writing. (And all your addresses.) Or this was a summer's worth of writing until it met a big jug of vinegar.  So I'm laying here, in a bed, somewhere on the way. And all I can smell is sour vinegar.
This is my notebook, nearly full of summer writing. (And all your addresses.) Or this was a summer's worth of writing until it met a big jug of vinegar. So I'm laying here, in a bed, somewhere on the way. And all I can smell is sour vinegar.

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