Friday, July 21, 2006

6609 (168/365)

6609: I live in her still, in my half-awake dreams, replaying my life within her shelter. She's my cradle I fall into when I'm sad, lonely or empty. She fills me with her comfortable elegance. Wonder if the new people are aware of my presence?


Indigo Bunting said...

This is yummy.

In Otter Space said...

Thanks I.B. and I to think
I forgot to post her picture.

Cedar said...

I love this one!