Is it just me, or is it a little odd that the only way to definitively tell if an iron is still hot is to actually touch it?
There’s a metaphor for love in there somewhere, I’m sure of it.
look
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i said
they said
- Erica on wheels
- Erica on mortality creeping in
- Ingrid on begas raby begas
- me on the road medium traveled
- Bill W on the road medium traveled
the past
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