[osquer42]
Raindrops meander down the window pane weaving paths in the dusty surface like tear tracks on a child's face. The reason for the hurt is often forgotten long before the evidence has been washed away. Storms pass quickly when one is young.
June 27, 2006 08:21 AM
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"Youth is wasted on the wrong people."...great One Word,Osquer
Illuminating.
Thanks for visiting my humble blog, You've got a great one here :)
Lovely Osquer, truly lovely.
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