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, April 23, 2008
Red Scarf
The red scarf still hangs over the chairback. In its folds, like a perfume that cannot be quite remembered, inconceivable before ~Jane Hirshfield
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