[i wonder how it came to be, my friend, that someone just like you has come again.]
i don't want to say anything.
not really.
i've been in this coffee shop.
it's cold for california.
but it's nice.
new years day. night.
there was a beach.
and really high waves.
and it was dark.
lots of sand.
connections.
escapism.
rain.
- posted by angela @ 8:42 PM