I was sitting here, trying unsuccessfully to translate thoughts into words, when I suddenly realized that I was distracted.
By what, you ask?
Well, by the intense slurping noises made by my dog as he vigorously licked his nonexistant balls.
...
"Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away."
I think it is impossible to forget the ones you love.
It's snowing and it's beautiful. They don't get weather phenoms like this in the south.
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