i know no better experience than growing your own strawberries, except, perhaps, eating them.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Dance of Rememberance
an island king gazed at his lover with a jaundiced eye, but found no lack. the dance lasted the length of his longing, then gently slipped away. she never spoke of love with any conviction on any day after that.
1 comment:
another set of really thoughtful prose.
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