Friday, April 06, 2007
A breeze floats on snow, summer's failing arm at last. she whispers to clouds and captains that ships are sailing for women's hopes. whipping at the bulwarks, rusting at the canvas, she pushes the wayward son back to his earthly home.
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- a. king's repository
- adam&autumn
- ethical coffee chain
- pure nard music
- brantford arts block
- false heroics
- unnormal
- tumblr
- facebook profile
- myspace profile
- linkedin profile
- stillepost profile
- uu profile
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