Yes. It is. A lots changed in that month. A lots the same. No more for you people. Not giving anymore. I see what happened here...
Tonights going to be my last hurrah. One more half full glass to cheers away to the night. There aren't even puddles to wet my feet in on the island I'm headed to. Dry. Very dry. Quenched mouths crack dry tomorrow morning.
Slipping back into the cloaked oblique is tough... remaining in stagnance is even harder.
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