Grindstone
With my nose to the Grindstone in trying to finish school, this is where I stop to smell the roses.
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Thursday, August 27, 2009
walk in the dark alone with me, hold my hand. together. through the mist of dawn we find ourselves on a road we never expected. alone. together.
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