Bald Jason's Musings
Monday, November 23, 2009
Brushed and cool minted an unheard doorbell sent Mark rushing; all I felt was his ghostly air at his passing. He rushed back up with a box for me; the new Trek book; book 5 I think of a series I've not yet touched. More of the dreams fill and empty me. I need to sleep.
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