The dance
On a morning where the sun stole into the room sliced by blinds at the window, two hands sang a song of ten parts, ten interweaving individual melodies, celebrating the non-passage of time.
Posted by sniffles at January 11, 2004 07:53 PM
On a morning where the sun stole into the room sliced by blinds at the window, two hands sang a song of ten parts, ten interweaving individual melodies, celebrating the non-passage of time.
Posted by sniffles at January 11, 2004 07:53 PM