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 36
driving home along drake brockman dr, the clouds were that much awesomeness i couldn't help myself.
driving home along drake brockman dr, the clouds were that much awesomeness i couldn't help myself.
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