Once again the peacock addiction took a hold of me.
I feel like I am taking the reins of the wagon, then off I fall into a bed of tickly feathers of such intense colouration that I almost blush.
Hopefully this us an isolated incident and I will get a grip of myself before the morning and strengthen my resolve. What can I say? It's just one day at a time.

I feel like I am taking the reins of the wagon, then off I fall into a bed of tickly feathers of such intense colouration that I almost blush.
Hopefully this us an isolated incident and I will get a grip of myself before the morning and strengthen my resolve. What can I say? It's just one day at a time.
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