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
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
The Halifax Harbour
The view of the harbor, taken from the ferry. The sun was setting, and just moments later the fog started to roll in. It was a fascinating shade of pinky violet.
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