here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap
and to your(in my arms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain
-e. e. cummings
Saturday, November 27, 2004
My morning walk to school is around this huge traffic circle, and every day I look at the Nescafe building. I was thankful for coffee this thanksgiving morning.
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