Life inside the idiot box : Where I go to escape

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Where I go to escape

Meadow The grass is green as envy. Misery ceases to exist. Beauty isn't history. The air is far from cold, The sun is pure as gold. No one here grows old. Sign in to see full entry.

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