When once more it looks like snow.

[republiqua]

My closest friends are strewn across the vastness of the world, the ones that know me, that accept my complexity, my impulsivness, that don't worry when I vanish for six months at a time then suddenly appear smiling on their doorstep with windblown hair and a weekend bag filled with dirty sweaters and books that have been read a thousand times. The

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Hmm...

[anonymous]

This strikes me as a legitimate concern... perhaps you ought to have some sort of a failsafe system in place. Maybe you'd better give me your mom's number. Safety first!!! ^__^
X^* >mmmmMWAH!!!<
<3 oA

[anonymous]

I think anyone who has has such talent with her words will be missed.

Malc