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.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
day 95
sunday afternoon coffee and baklava, pity the baklava was eaten before i could get a photo. haha.
sunday afternoon coffee and baklava, pity the baklava was eaten before i could get a photo. haha.
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