My mind is a prison. deciding my morals having them constantly questioned and revalued, re-evaluated and changed. foreign words in my mouth. Atumn is finally here. Through dover the sun glistened over red orange leaves like sugar. winding turns through time hoping things will turn in the right direction. fruit. actuall Asian Pears and Apples all
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2) I love your entries and look forward to them!
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