I don't want anyone to possess me. Not even Morrissey. But I'd like to sing, write poetry, and sketch/paint and love platonically, in good company. I had someone over yesterday to paint together, and I'm feeling happy this morning. So happy (not manically, but calmly), that I want to post two selfies to look back on, and know, I have lived and loved, at least a smidgen.
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