
I woke up with a surge of sadness.
Three days of chaotic joy.
Running
Singing
Rapture at the moon.
Puddles
Dirt
Wonder in the mundane.
Tears
Laugther
Each moment a gift.
Carefully wrapped in a precious memory.
Writing stories that are mostly true…

I woke up with a surge of sadness.
Three days of chaotic joy.
Running
Singing
Rapture at the moon.
Puddles
Dirt
Wonder in the mundane.
Tears
Laugther
Each moment a gift.
Carefully wrapped in a precious memory.
Gonzo Girl

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