... that I woke this morning from a dream where I stood in a room infested with centipedes and learned I'd been deceived. Because it's the best kind of morning there is, the sun holds hands with a cool breeze and they burst through the window together, the air smells like it's rained all night and those little birds are singing as if they've made it to Carnegie Hall.
Monday, July 02, 2007
It don't matter to me ...
... that I woke this morning from a dream where I stood in a room infested with centipedes and learned I'd been deceived. Because it's the best kind of morning there is, the sun holds hands with a cool breeze and they burst through the window together, the air smells like it's rained all night and those little birds are singing as if they've made it to Carnegie Hall.
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What an absolutely dead-gorgeous photo. I mean it.
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