Now I can take a breath and smell the salty air. Makes me thirsty for lemonade. And I want pretzels to go with it. The time is late for a Saturday night. A night I can listen to music, type away in this journal And clean my room and redecorate it. All at the same time. Wanting some time with a book. I have to wait all the rest has to get done. Just
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