when i sing she doesn't care;
when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
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Sunday, September 09, 2012
Cray
I spent the entire day thinking about the fragility of life. It's me and JT. Shower The People & all that crap. And then this sunset. Cray. As my daughter would say.
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