Friday, 8 March 2013

Creep

3 pm: water pours off the edge of my umbrella; one shoulder, soaked, turns a darker shade of green and a dark, wet border creeps upwards from the hem of my coat, flaps heavily against my legs.
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Dale said...

There is a Spring coming! Honest! xo

9 March 2013 at 00:55

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