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Thursday, June 27, 2013

By the lake




we walked by the lake holding hands
precious minutes soon to vanish in the dusk
I wanted to flap my wings like the seagulls and fly
spread my love to the world in the never-ending sky

Monday, June 10, 2013

A misty evening in Toronto



"Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way."
E. L. Doctorow