Leaving home.
(blog entry)
With a cool breeze, the smell of fire and wine are stuck to me. New and familiar faces greet me along with a sister I never met. We talk and laugh and I drink the way I've drank before, but not... not yet.
The days go by and my mind is cloude... read more
The days go by and my mind is cloude... read more
blog entry posted Mon, May 26, 2008 - 8:53 PM
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