Saturday, December 8, 2007
THE REALITY OF IT ALL
I taste the sweetness of honeysuckle summer, as I lay in the warmth of winter's covers. Remembering the blossom of June in your arms, the walks around endless parks, picnic tables holidng our sketches, dreams etched on clouds, mellow waters in wavelets still make waves in the gentleness of a quiet...
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