Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Fresh Crispy Pumpkin Bread

Sometimes I hum a little tune under my breath, a lilting ditty nobody else can hear, and if they did, they just wouldn’t understand, a tiny particle of song woven of magic and happiness, packaged in the perfect gleaming, candy coated joy capsule.
You will never hear my song, because it isn’t real, just like reality.

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