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This morning I tracked a smiling face on my front lawn. I had a few brief moments to admire it before it was filled in right before my snow-lidded eyes. And above and around the flakes melt so quickly that it looks like my hair is crying. And I keep grinning because last night in my dream we had a snowball fight and the sound of the falling snow reminds me of your laughter, and I can only imagine these flurries on my skin to be kisses. And we all know that snowflakes under microscopes don�t work. So I cannot explain why I think they should bottle this. I�m sorry. I am dreamsnowbound and drifting. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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