Tell me, gentle flowers, teardrops of the stars, standing in the garden, nodding your heads to the bees as they sing of the dews and the sunbeams, are you aware of the fearful doom that awaits you?
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Salvation Army
Because we often need an evacuation exit, something to carry money in and a touch of paradise. In a hot bath.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
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