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smiling is my way out, when I’m lonely or in doubt (by…..?)
smiling is my way out, when I’m lonely or in doubt (by…..?)
it seems like there’s a tornado on its way…
after a dry month, all the rain seems to come down since the afternoon; Simon refuses to go outside
I feel like ‘Myrthe of all trades, master of none’…
later, when I’m grown up