Remembering to forget.
It wasn't until about nine o'clock last night that I remembered what day it was.
October 30th. My wedding was three years ago, yesterday.
I'm making some amazing progress.
There is no greater joy than soaring high on the wings of your dreams, except maybe the joy of watching a dreamer who has nowhere to land but in the Ocean of Reality.
It wasn't until about nine o'clock last night that I remembered what day it was.
October 30th. My wedding was three years ago, yesterday.
I'm making some amazing progress.
1 Lost at Sea:
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