Wednesday, October 19, 2011


Born in confusion, Rosa Rugosa blooms in a fake-out Spring. But the days, they're getting shorter; where once, at this moment I'd be enjoying the sunrise, now I see the reflection of my ugly mug in the darkened window. Yet I'm content, knowing I have a full plate of novels, Netflix and snuggling with my loved one this Winter.

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