"I always thought paradise would be a kind of library." Jorge Luis Borges
Sunday, December 2, 2007
fall becomes winter.
last week's leaves dripping from branches dwindling boldly in yellow- pompous calling me to stare begging me not to turn away because they wouldn't be forever.
this week some snow fell coated the steps repainted the rooftops
2 comments:
i like that the cold makes you write.
it's going to be a good winter.
i think i would enjoy that snowy night in hogsmeade mix..
also, tea and time with you.
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