Warmer, but with this grey drear, loneliness and depression oozes out of the air.
A lonely, monochrome day.
The market was hopping -- people need to eat.
Rain, rain, all last night, the drips clicking on the leaves, as though someone was working at something outside the window: click; click; click.
Woke up to soaking. Lawns flooding.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
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