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Potential.
Dec. 1st, 2010 12:38 am( ~*~ )
There was a concert tonight. I didn't go. Instead, I played and frolicked in the snow. It was deliciously freeing; I was ten years old again. There was a snowball fight, and afterwards we built snowmen, and for an hour or two the worst thing I had to worry about was snow getting into my boots.
It was a worthy sacrifice.
I'm disgustingly lost in thought at the moment. I think it's about time I head to bed. Yes. This sounds like a plan.
There was a concert tonight. I didn't go. Instead, I played and frolicked in the snow. It was deliciously freeing; I was ten years old again. There was a snowball fight, and afterwards we built snowmen, and for an hour or two the worst thing I had to worry about was snow getting into my boots.
It was a worthy sacrifice.
I'm disgustingly lost in thought at the moment. I think it's about time I head to bed. Yes. This sounds like a plan.
