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.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Harlee and a posturing lizard
My baby, saying "who, me?" And, a lizard out the front window, posturing for some girl we can't see...
And, a lizard out the front window, posturing for some girl we can't see...
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