Contemplating...
Sitting in my favorite chair, I carefully turn my cup of coffee around in my hands, staring into the creamyness of it, and think..funny how the morning after, we always think about the night before!
Contemplating...
BRAINCELL commented on Contemplating...
03-29-2009
Metaldoll commented on Contemplating...
03-29-2009
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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