Wednesday

late night.

Its late and you are tired. I think I could stay up a bit more. I am yawning. Seriously though.. keep talking. I am reading the words you are writing and wondering what you sound like when you are speaking them. Consider me captivated. I have the coffee if you have the time.

Dreams are made to be listened too.

Happy and Always

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