She Flies With Her Own Wings
a bird song
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
We planted a rose garden in the front yard.
It's always breakfast. I don't know why. Eggs and toast with jam and orange juice. And always in that house on 15th. Because of the way the light streams in through the kitchen window.
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