my mind merely wanders
My mind wanders on the teathered, tedious, restraints of the wind. Each night a new idea. Each passing moment contains a wonder to my eyes that had previously lay hidden. I hope the storms help me to think... I have regained my joy of it. me Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 05:25 PM PST 10 • 0
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"My mind wanders..."