if I could wake up every morning and still smell like campfire my hair my clothes having tumbled into bed too sleepy to change dust on my feet marshmallow on my cheek sore strumming fingers... that would be the mark of a life well lived.
I know! I though maybe tonight I'd start up the brush pile for a little fire.. but then the March Lion came back and the ice pellets convinced me it wasn't worth it.
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I know!
I though maybe tonight I'd start up the brush pile for a little fire.. but then the March Lion came back and the ice pellets convinced me it wasn't worth it.
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