What I wish I could now say...
- Sunday, January 31, 2010
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Thou art fresh air, amidst stale doldrums, cheery blue breaking dour clouds, the wet playful raindrops, kissing dry parched broken ground.
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A journey into the mind of a hermit. The cradle of his thoughts opinions and memory. Decorated with wit, character and poetry.
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