And I’ve Dropped Out, I’ve Burned Up, I’ve Fought My Way Back From The Dead.
“The strands in your eyes that color them wonderfulStop me and steal my breath.And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the skyNever revealing their depth.And tell me that we belong together,Dress it up with the trappings of love.”Edwin McCain – I’ll Be Typically when I introduce a new “chapter” to the blog it’s going forward. This…
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