It's Tuesday and it's raining in Vancouver.
From my 11th floor office, it looks like snow.
It isn't.
I went downstairs to check.
A girl can dream, can't she?
It's so dead in here today, that I read the blog of a girl I barely know, from beginning to end.
I am also a secret follower of said blog.
I feel like a stalker.
I hope she doesn't find out.
Mini Me
In my strawberry dress at my Granny's hat party on Galiano.
Quinn
This is what we call Foreshadowing
Dixie
RIP
Yvonne
Momma was a babe.
Bruce
Daddy was a hippie.
I couldn't catch a hold of you
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but
to me it doesn't matter
how far away you might be.
What matters most
is that people like you exist,
and make your thoughts available
to
people like me
when I need moment
to believe in the possibilities.
Thanks for that.
ox_scapula@hotmail.com
Uuummm...thank you?...or...you're welcome...?
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