tight like a brave

I love you. You've scalped my ♥

Axes and Ows,
Me

P.S. If you'd like even more love, you can read me the following by a creek or a brook:

"Everything smelled of sheep. The dandelions were suddenly more sheep than flower, each petal reflecting wool and the sound of a bell ringing off the yellow. But the thing that smelled the most like sheep was the very sun itself. When the sun went behind a cloud, the smell of the sheep decreased, like standing on some old guy's hearing aid, and when the sun came back again, the smell of the sheep was loud, like a clap of thunder inside a cup of coffee."

fell on 2005-05-16 at 11:15 a.m.

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