Cloudy days that blow the haze away.
You realize the frailty of your life.
I will stay here.
Why won't you answer the phone?
Soapy bubbles floating by my mind.
Here comes the sunshine.
Can we hold hands by the seaside?
I wonder what that bird is thinking.
I am one month behind you.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Taste of fall
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