Wednesday, December 05, 2007


The evenings splash down on you from nowhere. Like the falling curtain of an orange coloured play. Jumping into crisp warm clothes after bath.

Blue of Nivea. Green of Boroline.

Peeping nostrils. Soft white quilts.

And more walks.
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3 comments:

  1. BoneWednesday, December 05, 2007 11:54:00 PM

    when i was very young, winters used to be like this. solongback.

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  2. UnknownTuesday, December 11, 2007 5:51:00 AM

    ahh. i still havn't grown outa this. tho now i go minus baths. lol. dude, you nailed it.

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  3. AnonymousWednesday, December 12, 2007 1:48:00 AM

    and walks there shall be, my friend. and we shall leave all else behind, ourselves, even.

    the tramp has many a roads to tramp through still.

    and a picnic! somewhere along the way :o)

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