Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness

When autumn comes, it doesn't ask
It just walks in where it left you last
You never know, when it starts
Until then there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart
- JM










2 comments:

  1. Love love loooove iiiiit! Miss you already, pretty girl. Hurry back, please (You too, Kristen :) )

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