sounds start// six.twenty-two.one :: 11:57 a sleepy creek on a warm summer day (a lazy body floating down this sleepy creek) listening to the swoosh and chortle of the world swoosh chortle a crash, then a laugh, then a resumption of workless tasks. "did you hear that?" she asked, craning her neck around to look behind her. he shook his head, his feet swooshing the water around. "it was just the birds, i think." END// six.twenty-two.one :: 11:59 << [heart] >> scribble me your heart