In that hot wind
Our hair mixed;
I cried
For so much joy.
Montri Umarijani
Our hair mixed;
I cried
For so much joy.
Montri Umarijani
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Saturday, June 23, 2012
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