The ramblings, almost certainly not daily, of a thirty-something year old. I named it sillily (and knowingly). I'm not almost thirty three, I'm past that, but can't be bothered to change the name.
I closed my eyes and turned my face toward the rising winter sun and allowed it to fill my head with gold. I felt the gold change slowly to a brighter, whiter light and knew I had been oh-so-very-lucky to have done it at that moment before the deep gold changed to it’s brighter, daylight hue.
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Isn't it amazing that sunshine can make us so happy. I dream of feeling it on my back.
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Isn't it amazing that sunshine can make us so happy. I dream of feeling it on my back.
I miss you. Why are you not updating your blog?
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