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The Sinking Old Sanctuary
Where dreams come and stay
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Drizzle
The first sign of rain was a drop felt on my lip. Rain was falling and it was hanging on to me with a kiss. Purest kiss I've had in a while.
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4-Leafed Clover
Definitely made my Wednesday. I used to collect these all the time in second grade on the corner of the bus stop.
The Angel of Central Park
I took this lovely one in NYC. Just being near it gives a sense of protection and repose.
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