sometimes even our fingers become mute, synched to our empty minds. sit, meditate and bathe in the silence. the words will come back... xoxo
How the hell did you find me over here Marion? Ain't no one. Well...now my BFF has arrived. We have so much to talk about.
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sometimes even our fingers become mute, synched to our empty minds. sit, meditate and bathe in the silence. the words will come back... xoxo
How the hell did you find me over here Marion? Ain't no one. Well...now my BFF has arrived. We have so much to talk about.
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