Florence and the Machine’s jubilant, conflicted sound ricochets from yellow corner to yellow corner, leaving no centimeter uninfused.

i move about, beneath between among beside within, brimming with the glory of it all. engaging in the primal dance of You Go Here, You Go There, I Have No Need For You So Begone!, Straighten, Fold, Place, Turn, Repeat.

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