Swirling sea
April 30, 2013
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The murky light slips in through my half-open eyes. The air envelopes me like water–knees weak, I slowly rise out of bed. Oh, it’s going
The murky light slips in through my half-open eyes. The air envelopes me like water–knees weak, I slowly rise out of bed. Oh, it’s going
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