It's been a decent week.
Quiet on the front.
I haven't been home for a while.
What am I doing?
Inner peace feels like cherries in spring and the leaves in August. It's like scratching an itch. Like finding a perfect puddle of water.
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2 comments:
Lol. This is the least emotionally charged post I've ever seen of yours. =P
sounds promising...
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