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I’m just a walloped and bewildered barnacle I am molasses. I carry my own burden like a globe. And yet; a floating feather I find there is no choice in forward. Go, be pulled. Be an awkward mess....
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I am reminded: Athens and my first winter alone and away. Cloudiness and loneliness just like garlic and onions Tagged: Athens, clouds, loneliness, winter
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