Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
When I was little I used to sit on a log at the end of my driveway and tell myself stories until my dad came home from work. I'm attempting to get to that point again.
2 comments:
:( very sad.
:(
I am so sorry!! so very sorry!
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