Going through boxes in the closet yesterday, I found some old cassette tapes (do kids today even know what those are?) listened to them onthe way home from the hospital. This song I can't get out of my head:
We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
between darkness and light.
Do you have
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Some times I wish the snow would never stop as well. The perfect mask of silence that winter brings that smoothers everything... sometimes it helps, others... other times it can become suffocating...
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What a beautiful song! Cold here, the snow didn't last long.
I'm trying to make a fanfic banner for the one I'm betaing for you - and DUH! Is the the title greyest of blue skies or Bluest of grey skies? I'm losing my mind...
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