Today it is supposed to be 60 degrees farenheit outside. I am so stoked. I love this warm weather, even if it means it is killing my reeds. Doesn't matter because I kill them anyway.
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We can surf on a rocket to the Paper Moon. We could be big people looking back at the Earth. We would know all the secrets of the universe. And Everything would be brighter than sunshine*
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