Tuesday, July 26, 2011

blue

everything on my desk is blue.
plus my shirt and my fingernails too-
because I am here without you.
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  1. tpeasandquesJuly 26, 2011 at 10:16 AM

    I collect these small stones and encircle my reflecting pond with them...

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