Love Is Like Tea
...it starts off weak and only grows stronger
Friday, 14 December 2012
The Stuff of Nightmares
I was shaken out of a nap induced dream by a horrendous dull whine...a low pitched bone saw. Twas two calls from someone who belonged in the past. Let go, let go, deep breaths and logic. We're good here.
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