| My first breath of life was on a crisp December morning, unlike any other. Since then, not much has changed. I still breathe, and Decembers around here are just as chilly. I enjoy building with Lincoln Logs, and I love to throw a masterpiece together on my stovetop. The End. |










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Philosophy Nerd
Coming here every day, having my cornea's caressed by a golf-course green. I miss it. :<
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Philosophy Nerd
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Philosophy Nerd
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