Walking yesterday a rainstorm grasped the very breath, tore at the sinews and ravaged the soul. The weather here is cooler, much cooler; predictably wet and the moisture clings to depths of the mind triggering memories. There is something here still that reaches inside, much like the fiends of fairy stories that individually exist within all. Those
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Why has my journal now got links to porn sites attached to it? Or is that because my firnds computer is so crammed full of crap that it is just showing that on this system?
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