Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment.
To those song-
writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own.
To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
The first snow
Last night I longed for Florida but not anymore...
Written in Washington, D.C., the first time in my life I woke up and saw the world covered with snow.
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