• i'd say something beautiful like russe said in the latest journal before mine. but truly, i do not have it in me right now. Souvent le soir quand dans le soir qui tombe je laisse ouverte ma porte ma porte sur le soir je caresse l'espoir que le vent qui la fait battre ne soit nulle autre que toi et quand je ferme la porte ma porte sur le soir même si ce n'est pas toi le vent léger du soir caresse mon visage et me laisse dans le noir Grant Johnston writes shakingly well. french is such a beautiful language. i've been studying it for seven years now. my final plan is to shutdown and take my beatings. it's either this or plan good sleep. don't worry. i'll resurface soon enough. i'll be back.

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