COM·MUTE - to travel back and forth regularly between a suburb and a city
BLUES - a song often of lamentation
04 May, 2006
A Gentle Smile Touches My Lips
A weight was lifted the day I sent that letter to my parents. Since that day, I do not feel the drudgery of each day. I want to sing more. I am silly more. My head is clearer. And a gentle smile touches my lips.
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Good for you!
Wait, you're silly MORE? So you're silly all the time now? Ha ha. ;)
4 comments:
Good for you!
Wait, you're silly MORE? So you're silly all the time now? Ha ha. ;)
More like my old self, JPP.
Yeah, and it's great. I'm glad you're feeling more like yourself, baby!
The Chica and I were talking about you guys when we went to dinner the other night, and about how proud of you we are for doing this. You go!
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