maria cynthia
what's on my mind... what's in my heart... my life...
to each his own
my niece and i were walking at a hotel lobby...
she blurted out: 'it smells like medicine!'
simultaneously i went: 'it smells like a spa...'
one man's meat is another man's poison...
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