the lakes

This is the deep breath after folklore: she wants the lakes, away from every gaze. Haven't you been so tired you'd flee being "watched" for a place no one knows you?

It writes "fame fatigue" as a romantic hiding. Taylor, with lakes and Woolf, tells a "I'd rather be poor than unfree" stubbornness. You'll want a walk, phone left home.

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