the moon has risen full and bright over the trees.. the silver light creates lacy patterns on the rocky floor of the atrium next to my room. such a strong and gusty pressure-gradient wind tonight. the wind howls through the cracks in anger and yet whispers through the trees with a sigh.. babbling of past regrets and futures yet untold
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hope you're doing well, i think about you all the time.
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♥♥♥♥♥♥
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And sad about the things you love hurting you... isn't that just the way it works sometimes? Sucks.
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... the stuff that was cool and the stuff that was just flat-out crazy!
:)
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