steaming a little laughing a little irish prose and romantics poetry a little; responses to good tunes lace and shadow spaces; loves to scribble on butter paper; magic tool: good black ink pens
Friday, September 23, 2005
Sweet dreams and color and sound Highways in the fog waiting to be found I'll start gold mines in the sky sky sky They were clouds just waiting to cry
And with the wind I'm dancing drift drift drift in the shapes of the place that I miss
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