| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- how we breathe Finally, a winter morning. K. & I got up early to hit the monthly antique fair / flea market and I don't know if I've felt this happy in ages: Icy, foggy air, my breath hanging in clouds with every exhalation, red cheeks, hot coffee and all the cheap vintage trinkets my little heart desires. Bliss. 3:57 pm - 11.11.07
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