marsgrrl
Blood. Beef. Cold and metallic. A tongue stuck to a flagpole in a funny movie.
Many insects find refuge from the rain on my porch. I don't mind. I like to think of it as an island for them. I especially enjoyed the walking stick I recently spied.
I always have one more. Every minute of everyday, another chance to choose.
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