Saturday, September 10, 2005AMBIENT SOUNDIt was the gentle swoosh of the translucent white curtains as they billowed into our bedroom that woke me up. RG was still asleep, the gentle rumble of his snoring was a comfort, not loud enough to be annoying. We always keep the windows of our third floor bedroom open at night, winter, summer,... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Cynthia at 8:28 AM Comments (6) (link) |
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