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And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way Weighing my pockets with stones of longing |
The woman wrapped in the blanket in this picture is my grandmother. My grandfather is the shirtless one drinking beer. Once, my grandma told me she had a favorite tree. Because it was the easiest to open beers on. She waited until I was 16 to break the news to me that she was FUN. Both of them have now passed away, but their legacy lives on in me... Guess I should start drinking beer more often. Just a note that I have massive updates to add, and I will get to them as soon as I can. Until then, I have some translating to do to help about a little school in Glidji, Togo. Cheers, everybody.
Homework doesn't look much better, even with beer goggles at 10:41 p.m.
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