The sky is full of faces
we greet them
at breakfast
While the wind fumbles
sighing, tired
at the door
_
we greet them
at breakfast
While the wind fumbles
sighing, tired
at the door
_
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Dial F for flaky
It's the middle of the night so I can't text to apologize, but I just realized that I absolutely flaked on Saturday yoga with J ! I ...
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