I catch myself looking past the beauty in front of me, searching for something more beautiful, more precious, more rare. Then wonder why I'm disappointed.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
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Sometimes intelligible ramblings from a former teacher, publisher, aerospace worker, barmaid, and waitress
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Why is that stained glass familiar? Is it at Cooper and Irene's house?
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