And now the sun dies in the sky and there is only a pale thin ribbon of pink to commemorate its passage. Overhead the dense, fast-moving clouds, heavily moonlit, seem even brighter now, a night-blooming celestial cloak.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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Mercy,you sound like a poet.I'm impressed.I am a friend od Deb's .nice to meet cha...ann
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