Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Home
I love where I live now, but there is
nothing like the place of my childhood. There
fences tumble under flowers,
and purple pom poms catch the breeze.
Sometimes creatures stand stone still,
Sometimes they are so fleeting you can't be sure if they are real.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
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