Rocks are old… in the late winter sun, when I lie on them, rocks are cold… on my back… rocks … More
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In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
Rocks are old… in the late winter sun, when I lie on them, rocks are cold… on my back… rocks … More
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