SMALL STONES FOR WINTER'S RIVER
stones to cherish, hopefully not stumble over, ultimately be happy "it's written in stone"
Friday, December 23, 2011
FROM MY WINDOW
From my window I see afternoon fleeing the sky,
painting light grey a darker slate;
I witness the streetlights flicker on as if by magic.
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