M tried to hide behind her hair, so she got the inflation bag.
Out the door at 615 this morning to play on the river. This is going to be fun.
I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
M tried to hide behind her hair, so she got the inflation bag.
Out the door at 615 this morning to play on the river. This is going to be fun.
congragulations
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