listening to Wallflowers at home to a beautiful Seattle summer night. Love echoes of old in the realm of the new. Watching boats come in. I wonder what happens when those who disappear return home. At a crosswalk today, a beautiful little boy with holy brown eyes was telling his dad how he couldn’t let the girl he likes find out that he’s an alien, because it would scare her.

June 24th, 2010 | Comments Off on

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