Tuesday, December 05, 2006

www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [clay]

[Osquer 42]

Both my fingers and my mind felt as if they were made of clay. I couldn't focus on a thought. Each time I reached for one it felt like plunging my hands into barely thawed spring soil where the seeds were not quite ready to germinate.

December 4, 2006 07:00 PM (22:00 EST)

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