...and for things being better in the morning.
I dreamed of snakes and mongooses, but the mongoose ran away. There was a coconut tree in there, somewhere, and an anthology with my name in print. Even if you want to tell, you shouldn't; because sometimes people don't want to hear. Even if there was no comma after.
This I knew, but still I laid for myself the traps. What kind of creature prefers letting herself fall to avoiding pitfalls altogether? One who has vain hopes, maybe.
Sustainability in southern parts. A little excitement.
Thank God for Marcie.
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