A brief look inside my mind. A reality that rose, then fell, only to rise again from the ashes of what I believe is true and not true.
Come into the interZone. . .
Friday, March 29, 2013
The ginger in the yellow boots
The ginger in the yellow boots Trudges though the springs melting Snow. Mucky it seems. Where did she go? Escape my sight. Oh well. Be well ginger with the yellow boots. Where ever you are. . .
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