Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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.
Sarah / Bee House Hives
August 7, 2009 at 11:01 AM
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