The air was cold and heavy laden with moisture, so much so that everything was the color of concrete.
Yet, it was earily still.
How did the world around me know that what I needed today was to be still? Too much commotion makes my thoughts jumbled up and disturbed.
Today was about me, and an old memory...
P.S.... Sands, email me, I'll get you the pw...
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
Old Memory It was a strikingly beautiful morning in the oddest sense.... The air was cold and heavy laden with moisture, so much so that everything was the color of concrete. Yet, it was earily still. How did the world around me know that what I needed today was to be still? Too much commotion makes my thoughts jumbled up and disturbed. Today was about me, and an old memory... P.S.... Sands, email me, I'll get you the pw...
Brief - 2007-07-05
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