I looked up at the Flatirons and the top was hidden. It reflected how I felt, with my head in the clouds, was I looking into a sort of mirror? Obscure and foggy with wisps of haze wafting in the breeze. Yep, exactly how I felt.
On My Walks
I looked up at the Flatirons and the top was hidden. It reflected how I felt, with my head in the clouds, was I looking into a sort of mirror? Obscure and foggy with wisps of haze wafting in the breeze. Yep, exactly how I felt.
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