Between the snow and rain the river is rolling. The one thing I have not done is set up a window, one to day dream out of. Something I spent many hours doing when I was 15. I rearranged some rooms to give myself a' work' space. Haven't used it yet. I did write this poem that needs some editing, I may not post it, it is not kind, it is all about hatred and how much better I feel hating people. Its kind of funny. Well, maybe it is the washed away guilt I use to have about hating people that is the good feeling?
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