She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
The snow falls in blanketing drifts, the sky is grey and white and the sun has gone away, but i my head, I know that someday soon, I'll hear cicadas and feel the warm summer air and the coldness of a beer in my grip.
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