Three weeks
of total and unutterable joy.
My California.
In my heart,
forever.
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A sound of birds singing
It's early. And almost a year since I was here. I hear a sound of birds singing outside my window and a dog barking down the street. ...
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In a thousand moments I asked you to sing me a song of summer so I wouldn't have to let her go. It brought back a... -
I saw him walking with the sticks bundled , under his arm. Shuffling along slowly going home, to his fire.
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Home. Dew on the car bonnet and falling leaves. Listening to the songs of sugar man and l...
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