With the rolling thunder in the distance, and an old favorite song playing in the background.. I want to write.
But not my usual output.. something more.
Exactly what, I'm not sure. But something will come of this. I have 48 hours of dead air to fill.
Maybe... a stroll to the edge of the world is in order. Maybe.
But not my usual output.. something more.
Exactly what, I'm not sure. But something will come of this. I have 48 hours of dead air to fill.
Maybe... a stroll to the edge of the world is in order. Maybe.
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