sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Sunday, September 09, 2012
Trade
Scent of Oolong in my nose
Warm early sun grazes asters
Shade on far side hints of Fall
Time to trade wool for cotton
Eager for coming season's frost
September 9, 2012
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