november is the march of autumn but today the sun glowed warmly on trees shot with gold and fire i crunched and crackled through leaves pretending back to childhood savouring the scent of the air the … more →
thoughts ungatheredlittlepeace wrote 1 year ago: november is the march of autumn but today the sun glowed warmly on trees shot with gold and fire i c … more →
littlepeace wrote 1 year ago: i was the cartwheel kid happy birthday ballerina it was eight that year i wore barrettes i remember … more →
littlepeace wrote 1 year ago: life is very strange sometimes i find myself wishing i were back in childhood making mischief, playi … more →
littlepeace wrote 1 year ago: grass green pink yellow mauvey purple sun orange little-boy blue … more →
littlepeace wrote 1 year ago: rain drumming on the windows the occasional rumble of thunder bed next to the chimney, which could b … more →