How is it possible that when I look out the window I see the world obscured in white? Thunder rumbles on and the rain continues unabated. I want to go home. That is, if I can.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
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Muffled Solitude by Angeli C. Picazo is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.
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2 comments:
i was driving to work today and how i wish i could just stay at home - read, cook and nap.
whenever it rains I get the longing to go home and curl up with a good book. Sadly that is rarely possible.
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