This blog is simply a random mess of my journal, rants, poetry, personal thoughts and things I like...and unless noted, all my original writing (no copy without permission, s'il vous plait).
I changed the name to Lost Kite from honkycackle because these days I feel more like the former than the latter.
Picture- Lost Kite by ~Kvaga at deviantART
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
american sentence for the day
Slowly rocking, something cradle-like about a day with Mom's support.
4 comments:
there always is
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Yep, mamas are nice, sometimes. Comforting line of poetry.
Beautiful. Yes, so comforting. It makes me want to call my mother! A lovely American sentence.
This is very sweet.
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