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in the lakes of my mind’s eye, i often picture a house – painted white like the picket fences of my most idealistic illusions – sat at the shore, guarding ardently and steadfastly the ever deepening waters of my own imaginings. Posted By tomalon On 03.21.2010 @ 5:30 pm
in the lakes of my mind’s eye, i often picture a house – painted white like the picket fences of my most idealistic illusions – sat at the shore, guarding ardently and steadfastly the ever deepening waters of my own imaginings.
