A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Slow Ride
We just have to ride it out- stay afloat. We're okay. No more thinking and freaking out. I mean it this time! Let's just be happy.
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