Mood: Restless as all get out.
I'm in a strange, anxious, aggitated state. I feel like a cat with her claws out. I feel like a peach just before it ripens. Like time is not only stretching but flexing, pulsating with potential. All is possible my body whispers. All is within grasp. I am present in the sunshine. We'll sing in the sunshine, laugh everyday.....
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We'll sing in the sunshine
Then I'll be on my way
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