When water evaporates, I think it takes souls for travel companionship.
Long skinny rose stems gather on my windowsill like retired old men gather on street corners. Sadly staring at their feet, they discuss the better days when they were not so withered and fragile. They grew up together and now, they shrink together.
Long skinny rose stems gather on my windowsill like retired old men gather on street corners. Sadly staring at their feet, they discuss the better days when they were not so withered and fragile. They grew up together and now, they shrink together.
Rachel is developing a sense of metaphor. Look out world.
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