Somehow, it is the little things that get me through each day. The blurry pictures, the emptying of the dishwasher, the cooking of the cheesy quesadilla that keeps the dark clouds of pain at bay. Oh where oh where could my baby be, the cousin in Greece took her away from me.
2 Comments at "The mundanity of if all"
You are so good at plating food. Just like Anna. And of course you are so handsome.
Who is this again?
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