The evening clouds departed early, letting the nearly-full moon appear and outshine the stars, and fill the woods with shadows. It seemed hardly any time at all before it set, and now birds are chirping in the morning twilight. I have a remarkable sense of unaccomplishment. I do believe that my spring fever is flaring up again, and my brain will remain mushy for the next couple of days. My advice would be to ignore me. I will ignore me, too.
Bleh
The evening clouds departed early, letting the nearly-full moon appear and outshine the stars, and fill the woods with shadows. It seemed hardly any time at all before it set, and now birds are chirping in the morning twilight. I have a remarkable sense of unaccomplishment. I do believe that my spring fever is flaring up again, and my brain will remain mushy for the next couple of days. My advice would be to ignore me. I will ignore me, too.
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51/50: At Last
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51/49: Can't Dance
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51/48: Uncool/Cool
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