Against the ruin of the world there is only one defense!
Haiku
Andre-Luc
Torpid fruit
cradled in spring
remembered forever
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I love that when you think of a fruit bowl you think of the fruit as having gone bad not because you are a pessimist (which may be the impression some people get from this) but because your fruits really does tend to go bad. It is funny to those who know you.
November 25th, 2008 at 10:17 am
I love that when you think of a fruit bowl you think of the fruit as having gone bad not because you are a pessimist (which may be the impression some people get from this) but because your fruits really does tend to go bad. It is funny to those who know you.