The slanting, tawny light of late summer draws me to the beach after supper. Make that me and 2,000 hungry mosquitos. But who's counting.Can air be wistful?
Peek-a-boo, Lady Moon.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Remains of the daylight
The slanting, tawny light of late summer draws me to the beach after supper. Make that me and 2,000 hungry mosquitos. But who's counting.Can air be wistful?
Peek-a-boo, Lady Moon.
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