Holy cow. This is not far from where I had property in the Hill Country. And the third time in my life l've heard a story like this happening on the Guadalupe.
Hope my Texas family isn't affected by this.
Music Before Bed
Current Mood:
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child, I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
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Creative Text Writer for MTG: Universes Beyond
Writer for Sea of Legends
One enchilada short of a Mexican Platter