Semi-secret blog of a gypsy heart nestled in California.
Friday, November 17, 2006
shelter
You don't quite realize how often your nose chances upon the Autumn smell of ripening apples. Not until it reminds you of something comfortable and dear, and stops you in your tracks.
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
In September the trees hung heavy ruby red speckled mossy green dangling the temptation of knowledge gravity's proof
wishing one would simply fall within my reach
wishing one would simply fall
so I might have something delicious and o so natural
2 comments:
In September
the trees hung heavy
ruby red speckled mossy green
dangling
the temptation of knowledge
gravity's proof
wishing
one
would simply fall
within
my reach
wishing
one
would simply fall
so I might have
something
delicious
and o so natural
An apple a day........
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