But... I thought you were just there, in that existence. Not that it matters. More time, less time... it's only the desire that speaks one's soul.
Hmmmm. A warm box of sand in the kitchen maybe?
The prints on canvas are glorious.My oldest friend lives on Molokai. We talk at least once a week and there are everyday references, to her, that usually cause me to burst out, "paradise!" There is no shoe repair business on Molokai.
"There is no shoe repair business on Molokai."LOL. Not much in the way of tailoring, either!
Do you have sleeping dreams so sweet? I hope so. sp