... i am crap and pathetic but... could someone resurrect my old dearly beloved placeplease? i'm sorry i create so much work with my instability (and dont say it's just clicking a button... it feels like so much more).
thank you...
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oh dear...
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oh dear...
And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
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- Location: my quiet room - (American in England)
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It's done, and I was happy to do it for you.
prox.
[down from the door]
prox.
[down from the door]
Amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still forever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy.
Moby Dick
in recovery
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