...like the soft, wild child soul that gets together bits of sounds and words, tears and sighs from the tips of waves and the crests of skies...and makes it poetry.
Today the moon was like that.
Today the moon was like that.
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Day 52 of 108
Today was a mixed bag, as far as days go. I got into a mighty salty mood for a bit. But that's in the past. A lot of cloud and storm in ...
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