Thursday, April 1, 2010

“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”

images from all over the shop :(

Love comes quietly,
finally, drops
about me, on me,
in the old ways

What did I know
thinking myself
able to go
alone all the way.

-Robert Creeley

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