« Reply #6835 on: May 22, 2006, 04:18 PM »
BRAVO MIKELE
Merci Pierralex je suis celui que je voulais être ce soir, alors je suis
Jack......c géant et trop cool.
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As the moon lingers a moment over the bitterroots, before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming softly, not to the music, but something else, some place else, a place remembered; a field of grass where no one seemed to have been except a deer, and the memory is strengthened by the feeling of you, dancing in my awkward arms.............