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It's been one of these mornings...
Protracted, neither here nor there. Pondersome. Silent.
Anchored to reality with the smell of freshly brewed mud au lait.
Sipping salvation and waiting for the afternoon to sundry me like washed up driftwood.
Protracted, neither here nor there. Pondersome. Silent.
Anchored to reality with the smell of freshly brewed mud au lait.
Sipping salvation and waiting for the afternoon to sundry me like washed up driftwood.
at first I thought it's You in that photo! XD
ReplyDeletehaha, I wish!XD
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