Raeme

Warm Days

So sorry I haven't talked to you in awhile. Things are
crazy around here and especially because the watermelons
are too large to roll on its own. Speaking of tired hands
and bellys full of bubbles and melted weariness that seem
to shade these rancid thoughts though dying to observe the
otherwise, sane? He's a keeper if they tell him that they
were once the perfectly aquitted space that drove itself
through the hours of time and relaxation.
Another demension is for the greatest lovliness that can be
shared in infinite space.