I remember searching for the sunrise. The colors of the world plastered across the horizon. I'd stand and watch, just wait. Something about seeing the world smile, hearing the birds sing, and searching for beauty in the wildlife made everything worth it.
But now,
Why must the sky look so blue?
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Up With The Sauce
RandomRandom things on my mind, nothing more than that. Be prepared for a whole intertwined mess of idiocracy. This book is pretty much an outlet, more or less. A journal, and open form of communication with you guys. Enjoy my whack life?
