Again I sit.
And again I dream.
I dream of what I can be.
What can I be? I ask myself.
I can be anything. I tell myself.
Do I believe this?
Not one bit.
Till then...
much love.
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musings and ruminations of a quirky little brunette who waxes poetic and her legs.
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