the pop of a cork of himbeergeist ʈ ebullient lip-synching to Total Eclipse of the Heart on deserted streets ʈ hugging it out ʈ long afternoons in the park ʈ unlocking the door to the first boom of thunder ʈ when Tilly lets me rub her belly ʈ the 1955 hamburger ʈ misspellings of himbeergeist
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