Wet, but suddenly cool.
Not a stitch to show. But I've been thinking. Even when you are exhausted...there are thoughts.
I've got poison ivy on both forearms. FuzzFace here must have been wandering.
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Wet, but suddenly cool.
Not a stitch to show. But I've been thinking. Even when you are exhausted...there are thoughts.
I've got poison ivy on both forearms. FuzzFace here must have been wandering.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung