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Sunday, October 01, 2006



I know this one, Sam. I remember that place. The fountain, the trees, and definately, definately the serpent.


Isn't it a gift to have someone so close to us in the middle of the night, to reach out and feel someone next to us...that is a garden of eden!


I love that song.
And I love this poem.

la vie en rose


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