If I could do it again, I'd climb more trees I'd pick and I'd eat more wildblackberries
Thursday, April 2, 2009
barely listening
Oscar,
Under the smudged black ink of every letter I write you is another letter entirely, a secret love letter in whispers and foolish hopes and the invisible ink of my breath.
3 comments:
mohr please :-)
beautiful.
xx
the crumpet girls
http://crumpetsandt.blogspot.com
oh, so lovely =)
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