02.Feb.20


Brain cloud came with stormy thoughts. Hoping for mauvais quart d’heure led to ever-frets instead. Shaking off akathisia required resurrecting buried power of will. Others prognosticated inclement weather would remain over the head, but feet chose to strike splashes in the face of each fiercest fear, out-stomping obstacles with the simplest ploy: joy. Now, regarding weathering wettest weather, the gree is to be free by means of released glee. ; )

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