The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Nothing so lonesome, so morbid or drear

At this point, beer is still unappealing. Will this be the last time I have alcohol? Not that I mind, really.

Not ready to call it, but it feels like something has changed.
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