Saturday, January 5, 2019

HALP


Hey. 

 Hey, stranger.

 If you're not at that second thought yet - I've been there. It'll be OK.

 And if you're past that point, I'll have cookies in hand ASAP. With milk and coffee or tea or whatever it is to help you to not go gentle into that good night. 

 - F
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