This is the day.

[druidmusiclove]

This is the time when they start to really sing. Those little desert dogs. They sing to the drifting moon and the sliding clouds. They sing to her, as she smokes her cigarette, the cold chipping away at her. Its quiet at this time, except for the singing dogs. She hears nothing this time, as they sing to the night. In and out. She breathes. She

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[jayne_broken]

wow....you're amazing, my darling.

i think you and i need to just hang out sometime. just us. we've never actually hung out alone (aside from late nights at Shelly and Wills). Then again, neither of us have cars so...that might be a problem. Anyway, maybe we can still manage to get together some time.

****A MILLION HUGS FOR YOU****

::blushes::

[druidmusiclove]

awe thank you hunny. i dropped it in the box fpr the Spork mag. I hope it goes through. ::crosses fingers::