This is my lonely snowboard under the bed, where it has sat for an entire year. Sometimes I think I can hear it softly crying at night, dusty and unused. Meanwhile I'm sinking into depression because there hasn't been enough snow this season to make it work taking ol' Bowie out for a ride.
January 30, 2012
This is my lonely snowboard under the bed, where it has sat for an entire year. Sometimes I think I can hear it softly crying at night, dusty and unused. Meanwhile I'm sinking into depression because there hasn't been enough snow this season to make it work taking ol' Bowie out for a ride.
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