I’ll be there when you wake

It’s time to rest your weariness, from cares of this present world.

The peace you seek is behind that oh so tired little girl.

Let go the things that bind you down, that keeps you from the night.

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Choose your adventure: Second Life version

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Sunday Sevensies ~ Field Trip edition

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The finer things

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Balance is a thing

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Primocoggler

primocogglerpree-moh-kog-gler noun. An artist who uses cogs and gear motifs to create acclaimed works of decorative art.

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I dreamed a dream

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Brilliant in Boho

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My boyfriend’s jeans

“Nothing looks as good as I feel
Nothing can replace
Something so real
The smile on your face
You see me the way that I see me
No one can replace
Nothing looks as good as I feel
In my boyfriend’s jeans”

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Fall

“What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon?” cried Daisy, “and the day after that, and the next thirty years?”

“Don’t be morbid,” Jordan said. “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” Great Gastby

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