A Half Strangled Crow Of Desire
Sunday, August 16, 2020
Semi lucid
It's been cooler and overcast this weekend. Hints of autumn and a glimpse of the corresponding annual awakening. A restlessness, a feeling of loss, missed opportunity, squandered potential, wasted time. Why am I here? What am I doing?
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