This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
To a Distant Friend
I keep reading your letters, those words like blossoms falling. O! could I even breathe if I ever heard your voice.
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