Will all of us feel compelled in the middle of our life to leave everything we've ever built to live out our wildest fantasy or is this something only reserved for those who've compromised too much in their relationships? What do you wish to leave behind when your time on this planet comes to an end, will it be your children or your work, or both, or neither? And shall we all migrate back to album dumping on Facebook?
Good to see you, good to be seen.
If you haven’t read All Fours, you’re welcome/I’m sorry? Worth a stalk for sure.
I love you! Until next time angels! Don’t be a stinky gal okay.
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