Eventide
Some nights you can feel the collective melancholy settling in the air.
A brownish-golden mist.
Beautiful because something will be missed.
Lives that you let live.
And in doing so, sharing.
Friday, July 13, 2012
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Hey brother from another mother! I could very well be USA bound - things a changing this side and job offer in hand to bring the tea revolution to the United States! with things so hectic have still not managed to get the writing thing back on track - but tea season is at an end and clearing the warehouse out so hopefully August allows.
keep writing my friend
cheers
Spo
That would be cool. Keep in touch!
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