Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea.
Behind her is the river, in front the big city, above seagulls are circling the courtyard. Inbetween her voice is sweet like honey and hard as ice.
Summer is turning out lovely.
(As it is, the man in my life is not entirely happy, thinking the whole affair a bit sterile. I don't mind, I think she's just grown up a bit, had the edges removed, or rather, turned into something else. She is girly in a way she didn't used to be, but the voice still remains (has gotten even better?), and the back catalogue, and the way around a good story. Can you fall in love with a man and remain unscathed?)
Behind her is the river, in front the big city, above seagulls are circling the courtyard. Inbetween her voice is sweet like honey and hard as ice.
Summer is turning out lovely.
(As it is, the man in my life is not entirely happy, thinking the whole affair a bit sterile. I don't mind, I think she's just grown up a bit, had the edges removed, or rather, turned into something else. She is girly in a way she didn't used to be, but the voice still remains (has gotten even better?), and the back catalogue, and the way around a good story. Can you fall in love with a man and remain unscathed?)
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