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Last night, a lot of things were revealed to me, and I wanted to tell him to f**k off, but I couldn't

Listening to the rain, talking to the butterfly, and WHAM! I get inspired...

For my butterfly...Im trusting you...

One more for whatever, whenever...

Just a ramble, free flow, whatever, you know how I do

I didn't write this. Paul wrote this a bajillion years ago for me, and as I sit here reading it, fresh tears spring from my eyes. I miss you Paul....

Im hurting...my soul hurts.

The first two weeks in August .....

hmmmm

Listening to the butterfly...