| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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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faraway, so close - 19.04.08 - 11:35 am a shaky sorta mellow - 17.04.08 - 2:04 pm the apple doesn't fall far from the tree (and i want to eat it) - 16.04.08 - 4:19 pm everyone says they know you - 15.04.08 - 12:53 pm in which i grade myself on a generous curve - 14.04.08 - 5:37 pm |
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