Bucket I want to slop out of my bucket and pass silently across this time leaving these watermarks for no reason. If I could find some compelling desire to believe that moss would grow into blossom and love would grow in any season. perhaps I would try and ferment a strange insipid passion. And... Sign in to see full entry.
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