Biking
I’m biking everywhere now, despite the snow and rain. Spring has been too long in coming, so I’ve decided to live as if it already has. I arrive home soaked, muddy, and smiling.
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- annie: who is you audience/ are they taking the hits/ deserving not/ grace still comes/ meritant(e) / meritoire
- Annie: Or, just kindness/ mis-read
- Lisa: Okay, seriously - this is hillarious. A slow night has suddenly picked up, quite significantly. Last part is...
- colin stange: A wonderful reply, Leif. Truly. c.
- Annie: How coloquial of you, considering common folk, is there any corrolation between premoniton and postmodernism?...
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