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A hanging hella sauve Utopian

Taste: green beans, cauliflower, zucchini, carrots
Sight: renovated historical houses; a fat white shepherd dog lolls its tongue and hangs its head and front paws out a window on the second floor
Touch: fluttering wind; tiny tufts of matted fur
Sound: Blonde teenager on short sparkly blue bicycle, white headphones in, black butterfly tattoo on shoulder, no helmet, red cap, big shades, picks at her fingernails as she says: "I not going to say it like that. I'm going to be all hella suave. Ya' know?" Thuggish bearded teen, bare arms, baggy shorts: "I do know."; a flock of sparrows
Smell: phlox; warm blackberry bushes
Extra: keeping the lint plucked from his belly button every day stored in a jar, piling up into billowing cushions after all these years; Advice: "Just don't think about it."; the unrelenting stickiness of grocery store songs; "You gained good karma in a past life."; "To watch the corn grow, and the blossoms set; to draw hard breath over ploughshare or spade; to read, to think, to love, to hope, to pray — these are the things that make men happy; they have always had the power of doing these, they never will have the power to do more. The world's prosperity or adversity depends upon our knowing and teaching these few things: but upon iron, or glass, or electricity, or steam, no wise. And I am Utopian and enthusiastic enough to believe, that the time will come when the world will discover this." — John Ruskin

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