"In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal."
~William Penn, More Fruits of Solitude.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Summer
The cold of your toes Upon my pale skin Is still better than The sticky plastic phone With unfeeling buttons
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