There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Friday, May 28, 2010
day 35
FROM THE VAULT: so cute because that face is totally because she loves the cake she is holding (from archies birthday, cooked by el!)
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