And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Friday, July 7
Ahhhh. He didn't notice.
But it's no wonder. I wasn't displaying them proudly.
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