For we are, but an illusion
Saturday, August 3, 2013
A tune in my head
I was driving home through our leafy street this afternoon
The sun hidden behind dappled light
A place where bunnies still run upright
If I could bottle this
I would sniff it everyday.
Everything is as it should be.
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