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A writer on a regimen.
Friday, July 30, 2010
I haven't the foggiest
Foggy mountain, foggy brain.
And my mum informs me that it's actually not fog, but clouds, because we're so darn close to them up here.
I know there's a metaphor for life there, but I just don't quite know what it is.
Happy weekend wonderful people.
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Alison
Hello I'm Alison, a maybe-one-day writer writing about life. I also love to read. And take pictures.
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