I dream of sunrise. And soft and lush and rolling. I wake up to snow and ice and think thoughts to melt it all away. In here, I will make it a Spring at least until Summer comes along. Everyday is the beginning of a new year. . 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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