Blank The fog reminds me #life is like a blank canvas I choose to paint. Though I can't choose the scenery I can choose what it means to me. I can paint a house as a home or simply a place to rest my bones. Friends and enemies are made the same way just viewed oh so differently. Love is a masterpiece never complete always growing or simply abandoned and repainted on another canvas. As the fog rolls in the frame in which I am in shrinks and the landscape changes like my #life.
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