Saturday, July 16, 2011

the evening peaks

when we are twisted up together-in blankets

and the colors of the outside of our window-

are washed out in the storm.

9 comments:

  1. profound.

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    bless you.

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  2. you are rocking these out...lvoe them!

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  3. Thanks for sharing, your words are beautiful.

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  4. Oh this is wonderful, very inviting I love snuggling when there's a storm outside.

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