My tea.
And snow.
Quiet.
Dead quiet.
I hear a rustle.
Is that you?
No.
How could it be?
I go back.
To quiet wonderment.
No.
To quiet reflection.
posted by S @ 5:33 PM
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
My favourite corner.
My tea.
And snow.
Quiet.
Dead quiet.
I hear a rustle.
Is that you?
No.
How could it be?
I go back.
To quiet wonderment.
No.
To quiet reflection.
My tea.
And snow.
Quiet.
Dead quiet.
I hear a rustle.
Is that you?
No.
How could it be?
I go back.
To quiet wonderment.
No.
To quiet reflection.
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