Flash floods, flash floods. All over Sonoma County. Tells me to flood my life with happiness and storm at my aims.
In a minute, glass of something. Thinking red. Pinot? That Carignane? Have to see what the moment orders.
Odd time, between 4:30 & 5. Like framed anxiety. You know it’s coming, and once it arrives how you communicate with it will determine its impact.
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