The sun is so beautiful coming through the window this morning that it hurts against my eyelashes, and I feel small and pretty in it. We surround ourselves with chaos that we may put it in order, beauty that decays so that we may refresh it. But in the morning's angles of light and visible heat patterns on the wall, shadows of warmth rising from
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you available? how much do you charge? hehe
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