to my bones I'm cold
here in these gloomy shadows
wandering alone
through the door I step
and face the marbled blue sky
thoughts slipping away
the caressing sun
soaks into my heart and cries
flourish, like all things
I Still Don’t Have a Bullet Journal
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I’ve been trying again to write a bullet journal. Decided to start simple —
won’t buy a beautiful expensive notebook and illustrate it. Won’t fill it
with ...
5 years ago
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Hmm (scratches head). Not looking good from Mac OS 9. Only browsers available here are IE 5 and iCab 3.
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