- Day 9
- the bed so warm
when I crawl back in - Day 10
- rushing back out with bread --
the sparrows already gone - Day 11
- Morning light softens the city -- a haze of horizon pink reflects on edges of silver-blue skyscrapers, harmonizes the smudges of brick, calls to our forgiving natures...
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
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