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This too shall pass.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
If the eyes are the window to the soul
I don't want to see your soul
That's why I never look you in the eyes.
The sky looks like a painting today. The clouds are such a perfect, crisp, fluffy white, and the blue is just the right hue.
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