6/16/2009

i've.dreamt.of.this



Dearest dear,

How about...

If we move further inland, build a farmhouse, raise chickens.
You milk the cow, I pick the eggs and we drink tea on the rocking chair on the porch and talk about life, world around us, and politic all night long.

and somehow, strangely we develop a southern american accent.

romanticsm.


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