I need an industrial-strength fan to blow into my mind today - come, take away these merry-go-round thoughts, the debris that flutters here and there, never going anywhere. Blow away the stale air, rip away the faded but persistent scenes that line the walls.
Blow in something fresh, dewy and fragrant... something with a rose in it, or jasmine. Cool breezes would be nice, a change of scene. Or a challenge. A puzzle, a task. Anything. But something fresh.
Blow in something fresh, dewy and fragrant... something with a rose in it, or jasmine. Cool breezes would be nice, a change of scene. Or a challenge. A puzzle, a task. Anything. But something fresh.
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