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touch of painted curls
foggy morning 
10th-Oct-2003 12:48 pm
After high-tailing it out of Troy, I was immersed in a beautiful fog I love fog; it shrouds everything in a white finer, warmer, and more mysterious than snow. It's pretty rare here, but lovely when we have it. Visibility was so poor I'm sure some of my readers will suspect the fog was protecting me.

If I could save Time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

~Time in a Bottle, Jim Croce, covered by sunyata__
12th-Oct-2003 09:57 pm (UTC)
Mmm, fog is a wonderful thing. A gorgeous touch to some early morning excursion indeed.
13th-Oct-2003 12:24 pm (UTC)
Mmm. As is your comment. :)
13th-Oct-2003 02:02 pm (UTC)
Aw, you're too kind, darling. :)
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