Pick out the one with a C and it'd be a small documentation on catharsis and cats. Or a T, that'd tell you about turbulence, tears, travel and tea. How about an S? Flip it's pages and it's about sunning, scuba, swimming, sleep and sickness.
I could attach a little handy book on sleep, minus the dreams. What do I even remember of my dreams? Not much, because I don't know for sure what times I really fell asleep and woke up. Waking moments and sleep merged like one of those horizons I'd taken to staring, while holidaying on a godforsaken (gorgeous) island in the middle of nowhere.
Pick out a W, and its a chronological account on wedding and winter. Winter might not have come some places, but it's right here under my feet, where I am. The temperatures though not as frigid as a frozen heart, are still bone chilling.
If you're not going to find a sepulcher of warm layers of duvets and woollens, I suggest the next best option is to find a scorching shroud of inexhaustible boundless love..for if you pick out D, dear darling, you'd read an endless account on dementia, devotion, deranged divinity.. And then an L, because you know it's all about love.
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