Like sand through the hour glass...
... so are the days of our lives...
Like the sands of the desert surrounding me, I am high and dry, devoid of ideas or blogging energy. The sun sucked the creativity from my bones as it did the moisture from the air. There is no water left in the sky for clouds, no day under 11o degrees and no posts. My apologies.
Like the sands of the desert surrounding me, I am high and dry, devoid of ideas or blogging energy. The sun sucked the creativity from my bones as it did the moisture from the air. There is no water left in the sky for clouds, no day under 11o degrees and no posts. My apologies.
posted by Gnomey G at 8:19 PM
2 Comments:
It must be August. I feel it, too.
Maybe it's the satellites . . .
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