She wore black all her life
Mourning the death of the sun
And when it rose each morning
She rejoiced the chance to mourn a new one
A poorly edited bio
- Cailyn
- There's that moment when I first wake up on a Saterday morning, I stretch my toes under the covers and watch the dust play in the sun. It's peaceful, the knowlege that I can get up if I want or just allow myself to drift back into sleep. I started this blog so I wouldn't get out of practice with my writing. I'm hoping this blog will be like my bed on a Saterday morning.
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