morning - time to milk the goats
It was morning again.
It was morning again, and I woke up still alive, so I waded into a pot of coffee that tasted of Ophelia’s madness.
It was morning again, and I had absolutely no control over that. Again.
My feet had begun to develop personalities of their own, and they registered to vote with a different party than me, but what can I do about it? I h…
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