Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Summer

I think of spontaneous adventure. I dream of picnics complete with odd cheese and rustic bread. With my hair in braids, and the dog along side me and my book. I glimpse the afternoon sun, and a the touch of a cool breeze. I taste ice cream, complete with sprinkles. I smell wild flowers.
My dear summer in the south, please grant me a few romantic moments, won't you....
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