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June 23, 2005
Window of Broken Dreams
Out the window she gazes
watching and waiting for a glimpse of her old life.
all that she sees are maple leaves
rustling down the street
and thunder clouds on the horizon.
(March 14, 2004)
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Simply wonderful!
Posted by: Michele | June 24, 2005
VERY cool, Julie! Luv it!
Posted by: Mom | June 25, 2005