My day rockets if I sit astride a riderless fence or plummets into hormone hell if I fall off a bike. Some days are treasures, some are endless hell, I move with the shadow of the moon and a rising sun or keep my ass on the ground and don't move at all. Sometimes it is a hard call. Sometimes I just ride my trike.
May 23, 2020
Sometimes I ride my trike
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