Sunday, June 18, 2006

...And When I Dream

...I dream of broken glass.
A tumbler, held too tightly, shatters in my hand. There is blood and surprise and a look of horror.

But then I also dream that Norfolk's premier man of letters is actually a woman, so I'm not taking it too much to heart.

When I Dream - The Teardrop Explodes

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