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A Moment This Morning
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Just a moment in my day.
( The juice . . . )
After a long moment, I stood up again, and walked on to the office. I thought about the golden darning needle that had sewed up today for me, and gifted me with a black reflection of the morning sunshine in its dark eyes.
When we write, we talk to unknown friends.
Just a moment in my day.
( The juice . . . )
After a long moment, I stood up again, and walked on to the office. I thought about the golden darning needle that had sewed up today for me, and gifted me with a black reflection of the morning sunshine in its dark eyes.
When we write, we talk to unknown friends.