I feel like a panting dog. I need water. Liquids. Cooling water rushing over my sweat-drenched body.
Yet another delay
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I honestly started back on my writing, while preparing to get the house
ready to sell and monitoring my son's epilepsy ... then it happened.
Another lump ...
1 comment:
You and me both, sister. It's insane here in NYC. I'm glad I came back from my walk with a 24 oz bottle of ice cold goodness waiting for me.
-Sarah
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