many scoops of ice cream have been lost to the pavement in my 30-somethin' years. this is my ode to melted ice cream...
Thursday, April 2, 2009
missing
he looked over all the scraps, postcards and photos...sun in his eyes and squinting to see. one photo stood out but something was off - he wiped his nose and said to no one in particular, "that's her...but there isn't a flower in her hair".
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swooning over this little number ...
as of now, there are no words, but they are coming, actually there is one word so far. Soulfire.
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