Stormy blue twin pools
Leave me breathless and yearning -
I am at peace here.
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It is a rainy autumn morning The house around me is quiet and snoring Tornado is curled behind my knee Pringles is tucked where I cannot see
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By Scott Christenson🌴2 days ago in Humor
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