The clouds are varying shades of rose; rain pours from the trees.
The concrete, awake and alive and slick with sound, the click of my boots, the swing of my coat, my hair drenched, heavy on my back.
It’s a beautiful night, a romantic night, and with my palms open and a smile on my face, I feel a deep sense of longing.
Friday, November 17, 2006
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awesome post, I can just feel everything you described! I love the picture too!!
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