Driving Home
By bartman
A sea: so calm, so quiet, I mistake it for tinfoil, with the sunset spilling liquid gold upon its surface- reflecting and taking and reflecting back, as I drive home to a house as still, as silent as that sea. Written October 18th, 2001 © on Oct 18 2001 03:28 PM PST 0 • 10
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