Different Pen
Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Thursday, January 28, 2016
in bed with Bukowski
"I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take."
(Charles Bukowski)
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