February 1, 2006

  • Without the opportunity to write on xanga, I would never have noticed the interesting rhythm of many people on a weekday morning, crisscrossing paths as they headed to meetings, balancing laptops under one arm, and recycled-fiber sleeved cups in the other, clicking, beeping and sipping their caffeinated beverages.

    I xanga to find poetry in seemingly plain reality, to stop and smell the roses.


    smallyetfierce 1.10.2006

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