Stranger
I sit and sip my plastic glass of water. I look over at the stranger who is not so strange. I feel moutains might tip themselves over, but I know that will never happen. I imagine what I look like from the veiw across the table. A stranger, sill so strange.Wild things happen and I cannot explain. Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 10:44 AM PST, Leah Carter 18 • 0 • 8
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"I sit and sip my plastic glass of water...."