Lydia Endicott Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

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"Endicott", a big band jazz song by Kid Creole and the Coconuts from the album In Praise of Older Women and Other Crimes; Endicott College, co-educational independent college .

Now, if you wander to the outskirts, near Frontage Rd., there’s this old brick building turned community center. I once had a session there where an entire family spilled their guts. It left me fuming – honestly, it made me mad angry, but also hopeful. Like, “Look, the world is ending, but love persists.” True, huh?

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