Friday, March 18, 2011

Story | Mid of March

Wonderful things can happen all at once, or not.

Sublime recycles every 3 years, I believe. Miracles, or I should said pleasant coincidences, all take place in a day of March while I was dying from exhaustion. Perhaps the happiness was granted as an energy shot for the drained-out body of mine? Certainly the surprises were nice; they made me giggle like a pre-teen encountering the first puppy love.

I supposed.


2011/03/18

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