I hear the drizzle of the rain, like a memory it falls soft and warm continuing tapping on my roof and walls. And from the shelter of my mind, through the window of my eyes, I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets to a land where my heart lies.
Paul Simon
Monday, April 6, 2009
Bushwacked
I planned to blog about this, but Erita beat me to it so check out her cute blog.
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