It's funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken. This blog began for a similar reason, & I've kept it flowing (atleast on blue moon nights)
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15 June 2016
Alaska
"So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane."
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