Annandale Dream Gazette
Poets' Blog of Dreams
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Running down a gentle slope
scattered with old dry oaks, dodging circular bolts of lighting thrown by someone whose smile tells me he’s just having fun. The one aimed at my head wakes me up.
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