Re-reading: Slowly
sinking in sentence structure
words wrap like water
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Not yet Nine
I had ten perfect half moons this morning. No longer then a centimeter. Cloud white tips to rosie pink ovals.
Vanity, thy name is Tree. And she has been painfully humbled as now she has only 8 perfect half moons.
Vanity, thy name is Tree. And she has been painfully humbled as now she has only 8 perfect half moons.
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