The sounds I made this morning were...
*snap* & *crackle* care of my knees,
and *achoo* care of all the freakin' blossoms and junk outside.
I hate spring.
grr...
late night ponderings, mid-day wonderings, early morning epiphanies. quotations, song lyrics, inside jokes...a small window into my life, and why it is worth living. though being six again would be grand.
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