This year and the one before...
Updates whenever something worthwhile is written.
Updates whenever something worthwhile is written.
| at the end of spring the taste of autumn out of a small bottle... |
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| mist and fog: soon the rising sun will remove it all |
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| the muted smell of sun still lingers on the back of my palm |
| I hope, fox, that you didn't get run over... |
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Last update 03.09.2004
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