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| blue sky with clouds | golden saturdays and sleepy sundays arrive on schedule like the voluptuous aunt slightly out of reach. her perfume is intoxicating and her smile a magic carpet we ride upon into the land of wonder. | 020504 |
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| kerry |
in the past, saturdays have always held kind of a sacred place in my heart. :) i wake up, my dog's sitting by my bed staring at me if it's raining, and i pet her until my eyelids have adjusted to the feel of being open. sundays are stale, though, and boring; filled with the anticipation of monday. |
020504 |
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| primus | funny thing about weekends when you're unempolyed, they dont mean quite so much anymore, except you get to hang out with your working friends... | 050926 |
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| falling_alone | i month full of weekends and i would never get anything done. | 060227 |