Dream Of Consciousness
15 minutes. Each morning. Sleep-drunk and unfiltered.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Morning Air
The skies have cleared, clouds no longer weep their sorrow, and the cool, fresh air reminds me that I must get outside and enjoy life.
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