"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain." -Bright Star
Monday, November 15, 2010
I may have spoken too soon...
Mr. Gwibb is now in constant float-form, and definitely also in the process of dissolving.
I'm a snail killer.
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