We make a campfire in the back yard when the sun rises and dance around it like Sioux Indians. We have to rehearse first! Singing and chanting. We smoke a peace pipe afterward.
(Let me be the one with the infinite sun
Forever and ever and ever)
When the night influences the approval, the exchange details the color. How does the secretary communicate the helpless night? When does the motion calculate the equal observation?(BC)
I put on my tawdry writer's cap this morning to repress this immense feeling into unconsciousness. But in my support system, I feel the gondola of life approaching. What a charm of a day is today! Number One on my bucket list!
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