the bitter taste of coffee kisses me.
happily tired, the day is hope.
a book resting, protecting. dreams and lives and moments put in rows of black.
black coffee on a white tablecloth, moments to come, lives to be lived.
søndag den 3. juni 2007
Coffee and roses
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