Friday, November 28, 2003
More of the Wife's stuff
The Sun Shines Over Purple Mountain Majesty, and wild flowers sway in the gentle touch of a caressing breeze. A trickle of rain kisses tall grasses as if playing with the flame. The scent of pine trees linger in the air where stones not found will meet. The stars shine bright lighting my way as the...
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