Each day brings with it a moment you have to share, maybe something our kids said that split our sides with laughter or a time we've wept over a lost lover, dog, basil plant(more on plant later.) We've had a good friend take our cell and deliver the news,"he's never going to call." This blog is about all that makes up our delightfully quirky and neurotic selves, giving each life color and making it a hell of a lot less bland. Welcome to the depth of paper.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Pass the salt, peach...: Without her
Pass the salt, peach...: Without her: her heart will be a mistress to no one she must be all that breathes life into you or she will disappear is it her past that carved the r...
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