8 févr. 2011

And the letters you kept sending me are like ghosts;
Tiny reflections of you that make me think that you are near.
But you’re not. You are not here.

295 days till December

1 commentaire:

  1. Joanna10 février 2011 à 16:30

    Letters are comforting, but the comfort fades rapidly. I do hope that person arrives somewhat quickly. Cannot get enough of the mystery your blog contains. xxx

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