Monday, January 18, 2010
The centre of January.
spring is a memory. dusty and faded.
piles of birthday cards fade in a box on the living shelf. i should throw them out...but i can't let go of the kittens and bears and the piles of fallen sparkles. dried celebrations like snow banks on the side of the road.
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