and i'm not.
i walk along these hillsides in the summer 'neath the sunshine.
i am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me.
- counting crows "a murder of one"
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
curiosity, kitten,
doesn't have to mean you're on your own
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1 comments:
All your love, it's just a dream, dream, dream.
say what you gotta say