« Reply #14838 on: Feb 24, 2007, 04:48 PM »
Non, cette fois-ci aucune...ce n'était que du travail!!!
Ok mais c'est dommage ..le travail c'est le travail...
« Last Edit: Feb 24, 2007, 05:01 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.............