Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Fold your thoughts
Corner to corner
Give them wings
Made of paper
Set them free
On the winds of a moment
A dart to set
Your cares to rest
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