҉Waves crashing over hills and hours concurrently. Gotta make this quick, gotta vanish. I'm wearing garish silk and wishing for more food in my belly and in my future. Cooking requires of me cleaning, and I'm in no mood.
At all, really. No mood.
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do you have another way of contact other than leaving comments on your blog? My email is hbertels@gmail.com
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