Just a breathing space away from the world we live in ... a lazy look at the world... and the theater of life.... sometimes cynical...sometimes in wonder
Monday, December 28, 2009
Standing before lake 2117.
This is hills with a lake. The string of lights that dot the lake cast a shimmering yellow fountain on the lake waters. The cold comes up to shake my hands. An old woman selling boiled eggs warns her hands on the kettle
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