A k a Regina Schrambling, I write once a week at the base camp but come across things between Sundays that are worth sharing. I suspect my emailing list is plumb tuckered out from clicking on everything I send around, though. And so I’ve sold my soul to the Google.
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If it were only true. If she were there, then I wouldn't have to look at that face ever again.
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