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
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
A thin crescent of a moon is hanging precariously from the edge of a star dimpled sky. The winter is in a dilemma over its existence. A wind half hearted ly picks up the remnants of a winter and sings soulfully.
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