The grains and salts of my life.
The little things that creases my face.
The sights that fills my memories.
The touch that warms my heart.
My canvas.....
Friday, May 02, 2008
When the sun goes down...
and night grows cold and still. And the baby tucked in warm and safe.
and night grows cold and still. And the baby tucked in warm and safe. 
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