Fields are calling out to be frolicked in, and skyboats are yearning to be taken through the clouds. And sometimes I'm just hungry.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
This will be my Thanksgiving post
On any given day of a particular type of work, one may find oneself escaping to other worlds, other more exciting worlds.
Fields are calling out to be frolicked in, and skyboats are yearning to be taken through the clouds. And sometimes I'm just hungry.
Fields are calling out to be frolicked in, and skyboats are yearning to be taken through the clouds. And sometimes I'm just hungry.
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