moon trance

Sunday, October 24, 2010

it’s rustic and bohemian on the wrong side of the tracks never meant as a place of abode i feel no adventure or 'roughing it' in your voice when you speak of no heat and primitive conditions i hear instead the weariness of your grandmothers eking out their meager existence those proud enchanting... Sign in to see full entry.

"you can love only one person at a time," she said "i don't believe that's true" "it's in all the books and movies and that's what people say" then my socialization came to naught can a clay pot contain the ocean? Sign in to see full entry.

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