Lying in the dead grass with my face turned upward. The air is silent now. I listen for the sound of your car but I cannot hear. It’s cold here but yet I linger almost like I am addicted to this place. Addicted to you.
söndag 18 oktober 2009
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I do like this post Ida:)
this is beautiful.....
and being addicted to someone is understandable !!
again...beautiful!
You're a natural born photographer, Ida.
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Thanks alot!
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