Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Early bagel moods are good taste for good practicums. An edge of hope lets the soul out of prison.

Reasons for this blog include bad eggs for breakfast and direct dreams reversed.  But the steak in the last morning of the last day is still minded choice.  Losing your religion can be violent.  Sharing hope is a constitutional pledge.

Never again.

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