She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Friday, December 07, 2007
I woke up and looked out my window at the untouched winter of my backyard. I imagine looking past those trees and through all the houses and wishing everyone a good morning, as the sun first tips itself to us and the sky is made of so many colors. Good morning, everyone.
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