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?

3 comments:

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!