It’s not the best thing I’ve ever done but I’m damn sure better because of it. Sowing those secret seeds that lead to hidden roots that upshot through sleepy soil is my secret sauce. Explosions of the whole holy shitness of how did that happenness or when did he have time for thatness sound like a bursting booming blooming of a needle in a haystack being found. A click like a crack of lightning or cold water or long shot, a hard roll, one in a million of a thousand moments leading to the simple snapshot you noticed just now.
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