Lost in the sea of the self, this where I want to be. But the rigors of daily life keep smacking me awake. The outside world is meaningful. The kids, my family, and freindships, relationships with the world. This moment that will never be again. But the turmoil of the March madness of twisted problems blown in a gusty cold wind around my head, this I want to escape from and slip into the sea of the inner self.
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That Bikini top seems to worry a large number of foreheads in the two compositions... focus, FOCUS.
Like the bearded guy's beard.
thanks
but they're everywhere
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