Friday, June 29, 2007

June 30

You can pull out your Simon and Garfunkel, Johnny Cash, or Jeff Buckley for rip-your-heart-out fists-to-pillow crying when you miss someone so much. I go to an old folk song.


And I dreamed of a rose in a Spanish garden,
And I kissed you and placed it in your hair.
And, if I'm ever on my feet again, I will,
I will run all the way just to meet you there.


--A Rose In A Spanish Garden (or Last Letter Home)

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