where the clouds are far behind me

Plan B (aka "survival mode") is well under way. I'm hangin' in there, trying to keep my world/sanity/spirit/hope intact. 

Some days are easier than others.


p.s. The lyrics above are misquoted: It should say "where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops..."

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