Friday, June 05, 2009

Silk traffic.

I ran out in traffic so that you would save me because I didn't want you to feel bad for what you could do to me. You asked what I was thinking and I replied, "You have no need to be afraid of hurting me, I owe you my life don't I? You saved it."

If you have ever truly stared at a feather you will notice the softness of it puts silk to shame.

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