You know how when you see a prism, spinning in the sun, and how the lights are sent out in ten thousand directions, constantly changing, forever remaining the same? Well this blog site is like that, only those beams of lights, at least the ones I see, are my ideas. It is these ideas, embedded deep inside my head that we will be typing about.
Friday, January 14, 2011
breathe
the air, so thick with the scent of burning oak, reminds me its cold, bringing out my worry for my missing cat Jack.........
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