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
Thursday, June 4, 2009
A Religion
My friend Nadia sent this to me earlier in the week. I thought it perfect to follow up my last post.
Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson
I wish I had thought of that.
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