The moth to the flame, the insect to the web. You paint
a compelling picture of self destruction. But that twilight
sleep might bring you more surreal dreams. Take care.
Warm regards,
Sandra
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The moth to the flame, the insect to the web. You paint a compelling picture of self destruction. But that twilight sleep might bring you more surreal dreams. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra