days
December 15, 2007 at 7:21 am | In Musings | Leave a CommentConnections of mornings to noons to evenings aren’t often so concrete as a crested dove. Sometimes they blend like time as you drive westward hours seem to repeat and days drag… and other days are marked by crisp morning rays weather changes and a belief that the clouds over head will not produce rain – only they do as the sun sets and darkness takes a new level. Burying the idea that time doesn’t exist for every moment on THAT day was so incredibly different.
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