Wednesday, August 29, 2007
She Doesn't Know That Her Time Has Passed
In such a place as this is - so alive with speech and movement, I feel as if I am merely the ghost of a girl who once sat in the window booth of the old establishment, ages before anyone knew of the Gin Blossoms or Bud Light.
Labels:
existence,
interactions,
observation,
thoughts,
twilight,
underlying meaning
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