September 7, 2008 - Sunday
Sunday mornings:
Coffee steaming out of my chipped cup
Rain dripping off the trees
Flannel sheets
Eggs at 11 am
Ben Harper, Dave Matthews, The Cure
Newspaper--the paper and ink kind
Sweet melancholy like the salty taste of tears
You can still see someone approach when your eyes are closed. It's just their shadow.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
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