When it rains it really does gush - I loathe it at best & it's a gloomy, miserable clich; another dull re-run stuck, recoiled, & set off again.
I miss these inspired moments alone - a clean slate of paper, a mix of sloppy letters strategically placed & a broken, bending heart. It only happens when I'm severing this tired, ragged rope.
I miss these inspired moments alone - a clean slate of paper, a mix of sloppy letters strategically placed & a broken, bending heart. It only happens when I'm severing this tired, ragged rope.
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How do you find the smaller town life? I once had a friend who lived near a small town outside of Saskatoon (Dalmeny?), but she didn't like it. I think it was too religious or something like that.