hello hey you have beautiful hair ah...thanks. i've been to vietnam before. that's nice...i, uh, haven't yet been.
- an exquisite corpse -
can i stroke it?
There was a town, a place of warmth. In fact, it might not have even been that warm. There were definitely distinct seasons in these latitudes and longitudes. And it was warm but not hot, definitely not blisteringly so. More importantly, it felt warm, it exuded a sense of warmth, which could be an attribute in any season. The town was clean. On a literal and physical level, perhaps not so, but something about most small towns in America - they hold a quality of being untainted, untouched by heavy pollutants. A gross over generalization, yes, but this town in particular felt...clean. It's safe to assume that this town was probably, in fact, located somewhere in New England.