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I love rain. I love the fresh, cloying scent of rain and the aftermath of rain. I love puddles and crying trees and damp, dead leaves and being the only one there when not even the sparrows and the squirrles will come out. I do not, however, savor the experience of getting up at 7:30 un a Saterday to run in dizzying circles around the track when the entire world is vieled in gray.
Dawn's bead store never ceases to remind me of the cavern of treasures that allows one to enter only after saying "open sesame".
In case you were wondering, pretty much the only thing I've done today is cut metallic origami paper into the shape of trees, and glue them all over my notebook. It's five thirty one. How the fuck did that happen?
Peace out.
Dawn's bead store never ceases to remind me of the cavern of treasures that allows one to enter only after saying "open sesame".
In case you were wondering, pretty much the only thing I've done today is cut metallic origami paper into the shape of trees, and glue them all over my notebook. It's five thirty one. How the fuck did that happen?
Peace out.