and god gave us memories so that we could have roses in december

Sunday, August 31, 2003

Filed under: Uncategorized — by dandelionwine @ 12:55 am

it’s raining now and there is nothing i like more than the fury of the storm dashing itself onto its surroundings, of the violent patter of the rain, and the howl of the wind.

you always sleep better after the violence has abated.

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