I Always End Up Walking Away. . . /./.
For the first time in literary AGES i went out yesterday with a bucket of found paint and a hand full of brushes.. . ./. It felt so good to get out./// ./.
MORETHANTHIS
For the first time in literary AGES i went out yesterday with a bucket of found paint and a hand full of brushes.. . ./. It felt so good to get out./// ./.
MORETHANTHIS
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