in spite of ourselves, we'll end up sittin' on a rainbow.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Imagination Station















a wee get-away.
mushrooms. vines. a sun whose shine is slightly smudged by
moisture in the air.

a place to rest (in every manner of speaking).


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