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
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
3 Part Mini Series
I collect things.
This week I've decided to do a 3-Part Mini Series on items I collect.
Why, you might ask? I have no idea. It just came to my mind and I'm going with it.
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