Cirmuļa atklāsmes - 23. Janvāris 2009

23. Jan 2009 10:42 hours tick angrily in my ears, muscles tight, my brain squeals on edge, and then the small voice in my head steps up and says: hold on! easy now... no rush, sweetheart... how could I possibly disobey such gentle persuasion? impatience grits my teeth, the bone crunches and gives way, and I'm a bleeding wreck, filled with peace and confidence. ir doma