Broken Bella Donna











{November 26, 2014}  

Anyone who watched me every  night would think I was utterly demented.

I walk out the back door with the dogs, look up at the stars in the night sky and smile. For about ten seconds. Then I either frown and swear, or smile and swear. Either way, it’s usually rather offensive.

I’m getting back to where I was. I’m unsure if this is good or bad.

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