there was a snowstorm, and cocoa. a "honey, i'm home." there was newness, excitement. the air quivered with it. we quivered with it.
new beginnings, whatever, who cares? you'd show me things, i'd heal you somehow. i'd be like heroin: scratching the itch you never knew you had. the whateverness of winter days. i was overcome. but snow is unpredictable if you've only seen it once. days are getting longer. flowers will soon arise. the fledgling must fly. the winter nest will never be. how could i hate a sparrow? bronnie _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
