Words are miraculous, tricky things. They slide into us, settle there, and begin to move us before we have decided what they mean. Put the one word beside the right word and you can make a person mist
My very first memory, the decayed brick work upon which I balance the rest of my days, is of tussling with my caramel and chocolate colored pit-bull named Bella, in a dusty, spartan backyard in cookie
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