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  • M. O'Brien

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      • And the wind picked up; the fire spread.
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      • show me your heart.
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      • Remember Me As A Time Of Day
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      • October Skies
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      • Introduction.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Damn this valley, and damn this cold.

As for a true update; work is good, life is so-so, and I have an appointment with the doctor today.

We will see what happens next. Stay tuned.



Sometimes even the most unpleasant can be soft to the touch. You just try to find that silver lining.
Posted by M. O'Brien at 1:15 PM
Labels: photography, soft, texture

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