witty-remark's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -
Spirited sheets of gold waltz within the sunshine, and the shadow concedes. Those black fingers will soon have white knuckles as winter proposes a sparkling, icy gem to the gold band of autumn. And as every season collects its change, I feel rich in staying the same. If only everything gold could remain. 12:43 a.m. - Saturday, Oct. 02, 2010 |
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