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It is so quiet. I hear peanuts shells snapping teeth grinding peanuts into butter between his teeth. The quiet page turning Buried do deeply in "The Scottish Prisoner" It will be a while Before he is hungry for dinner. A bonus! Turing thoughts inward to the ever present ringing in my ears. Long breaths in and slower breaths out Allowing the noise to disappear.
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 8:43 PM UTC
What's that Noise?
It is so quiet. I hear peanuts shells snapping teeth grinding peanuts into butter between his teeth. The quiet page turning Buried do deeply in "The Scottish Prisoner" It will be a while Before he is hungry for dinner. A bonus! Turing thoughts inward to the ever present ringing in my ears. Long breaths in and slower breaths out Allowing the noise to disappear.
It is a quiet night. I like quiet nights.
KeiyaT
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F/Canada
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 8:43 PM UTC
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