The week is done. It's toast. Dead bird time. Getting some sunshine to burn deep into my mind. Hammering out some nostalgia for the kids to laugh over when they talk about the "good ol' days" in a decade or two. Yeah, baby.
Today was so beautiful and delicious there was no need to dream about tomorrow.
The young were born. The dead died. The living just went absolutely crazy.
Peace. Love.
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