Thursday, March 20, 2014

Little bit sad

A day that is so softly sad that I miss having someone read to me at night. Childhood, come, visit me please. 
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Day 93 of 108

 A hibiscus near a teacup, An orchid by a glass of wine, A park bench in twilight, Our Mondays soaked in brine. 

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