So one of my "wives" gifted me this mirror ball. It's solar powered---which means it has a mind of its own, and once in awhile I will walk by the room and little explosions of light are whirling around. Whenever that happens I know that the beautiful writer, Denise must be battling writers block. Alot of the time the globe is perfectly still, lord over the mountains. Like me, it's not quite right in this setting, which I guess makes it about perfect.
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