...a tiny peak of sunshine outside my window. The kind that hesistantly creeps out from behind a heavy mass of cloud, but then runs away like a child peering out from behind his mother. He appears just long enough for you to bask in his winsome smile.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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Here comes the sun, lil darling, here comes the sun, I say. . . it's alright. . . - Nina Simone
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