It is to find myself when I am lost; to give shape to my sorrow, lineation to my laughter.
So that both of us can see: That is why I write.
(All of those from Colorado know the sad truth: I have just jinxed us into one more giant blizzard....ooops).
You were tall in winter and had a small head in spring! Cool pics. I think it's finally going to be spring-ish around here, but who knows?
You aren't the only one. Ever since I put my fishing pole in the car its been nothing but sleet.
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