a puzzle, what to do with the
ficticious thing, the thing we
don’t have.
an idea.
with that in mind, we
plot and plan.
work on our identity.
a busy day,
which worked out well.
it was the obvious, that
they did not all see.
i bought seeds for the hawfinch.
sbm.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
a puzzle, what to do with the
ficticious thing, the thing we
don’t have.
an idea.
with that in mind, we
plot and plan.
work on our identity.
a busy day,
which worked out well.
it was the obvious, that
they did not all see.
i bought seeds for the hawfinch.
sbm.
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