« Reply #9418 on: Jul 05, 2006, 02:37 AM »
Bien le bonjour de Navarre, sous un temps gris et pluvieux...quoi de mieux pour respirer un peu....
et faire les soldes...hé hé

« Last Edit: Jul 05, 2006, 05:23 PM by mikele »

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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.............