6/1/12

Bloggington Tommorowington

I made it home. Got wet. Details tomorrow. Or the next day. But probably tomorrow. I don't write it enough, but thank you all for reading. You're, collectively, the sunshine that were it gone when she was gone Bill Withers would be upset about and would remark upon/sing about. Yeah, that. Attenuated, but true.

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