I miss the ground. Seriously. I miss rocks and dirt and uncut grass and the warmth of the ground. The city gets to me something chronic sometimes. Especially with the way I've been lately. Just so busy that I've been doing doing doing and then thinking about what I've got to do and then doing more. It's good because it's lulled me into a sort of
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best of luck m'lady. loved ur reworked-ness of your other post. thumbs up.
love.
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