Last night, I dreamt that I wrote a poem. It was a kickass poem. Today I woke up and it wasn't true. I really wish that dream had been real.
I know, I know. Go forth and make it real!
Ha ha. Easier said than done.
Scout didn’t choose the stretchy dance. The stretchy dance chose Scout. - An unexpected fun drive with a friend in the morning, chorizo seitan tacos with a friend in the afternoon. We’re getting ready to leave for a Girl Scout me...
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