I wonder why I love music so much. It's not particularly useful, doesn't accomplish a concrete purpose, isn't really very practical, but I'd probably be long dead without it. It's been making me weep unusually often lately, and it has nothing to do with the time of the month. You know what else makes me cry? There are barely 5,000 tigers in the world. And extinction is forever.
Mama's sewing my chorus uniform for the concerts tonight and tomorrow and Monday. It's nearly done, and she started yesterday. She used to make all her clothes. I find that admirable. I'm having enough trouble just trying to sew some boots together. It's work. Although she does have a machine, and I don't. It'd be a lot faster that way.
Mama's sewing my chorus uniform for the concerts tonight and tomorrow and Monday. It's nearly done, and she started yesterday. She used to make all her clothes. I find that admirable. I'm having enough trouble just trying to sew some boots together. It's work. Although she does have a machine, and I don't. It'd be a lot faster that way.
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~Nia