The Gift(c) Singleton 2008SOLDLittle signs,yellow wings,forgotten songs,martini moons,stacking,unfolding like perfect paper dollsand landing,dancing,at my feet.....bread crumbs in the forest..."This way"......And I almost didn't go,weary of the whisper on my neck...."This way"....a little louder,a Stevie Ray Vaughnlull~a~byeslowlygentlyrocking my world.And then I knew.Door number one.Two.Three."
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