Wednesday, November 17, 2010
I could float around on my perfect little paddle here all day, ignoring all the grinning cactus faces on the shore, letting pools of sweat form slowly under my eyes. Trouble is, stretching out flat means gravitating towards a centre means my belly is where it's at. The moment my toe itches I sink in with a plop.
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ah, I know what you mean. Very beautifully put :)
You know. I think the comparatively low viewership/commentship) for this blog generates some Really cool thoughts, that the old blog- epic as it was- didn't.
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