Sunday, April 24, 2005
Quiet.
Quiet sundays, napping gentle. Fried Egg sandwich almost done. Beautiful sun in my face. I bask in my richness. My life my whole identity. Smile. There is only one today.
But so many tomorows. I think I will pay attention.
tata
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