
all things become broken, it's the process of putting them back together, reconstructing the deconstructed that will bring peace to the individual mending broken wings.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Paco
Paco rode with me to work this morning. He's a white-lipped tree frog--he likes to hang out inside the space between the door and the rubber seal--where the water collects when it rains. Today, he jumped out and scared the crap out of me when I opened the driver's door, and jumped to the roof, then to the spare tire on the back door--all the way to work, he sat on the tire, looking thru the back window--and I could just picture him with his goggles, and red baron scarf. Who knows what adventure he's on right now, while I'm sitting here...

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Lol for Paco! -A-
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