...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 7 of 108
I took it easy today and that means that tomorrow might be tight and tough. Or it could easy-peasy, oh-so-breezy. I wish I could take this ...
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