And when I awake tomorrow, the wind will have abated. I'll no longer shudder at the sound of it tearing at the shakes. Until then, I'll stay where I am—in a state of utter disarray, despite my colorful outlook.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Tomorrow
And when I awake tomorrow, the wind will have abated. I'll no longer shudder at the sound of it tearing at the shakes. Until then, I'll stay where I am—in a state of utter disarray, despite my colorful outlook.
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