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bitter coldness sits down upon this rock tilted to the other-side has the sun forgot to warm my heart? winter's moment to bask in her glory Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, December 27, 2010
a house warmly snugged away within a green tree-line, crashing water on the flat rocks of blackberry creek what a mesmorizing sound, as the cool air jumps through my opened window it whispers sweetly, though I do not hear, my eyes awaken, my soul grins, as I slowly drift away back into the morning... Sign in to see full entry.