-------thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe
Sunday, January 04, 2009
To the end!
RIP Red shoes, we hardly knew ye. It was only your second outing in this world but you were no match for the cold streets of San Francisco on New Year's Eve. May your alcohol-soaked soles rest in shoe heaven.
1 comment:
u should see my white Reports. sigh.
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