Saturday, January 10, 2009 Old So grandma and grandson sat in those afternoons of the yesteryears watching the kettle boiling over the fire; the sun glides across the sky casting its rays through the window and onto the floor old old floor of the yesteryears the kettle boils over the slow flame. posted by 木杉 @ 00:18   0 Comments: Post a Comment << Home     about me Recent Posts Cease Which Version Do You Prefer?? Cards4Me Fishing Train What if the Matrix runs on Windows?? @ Tree I Luv Pearls B4 Swine Mourn Archives Quote If all the world's a stage, I want to operate the trap door. -- Paul Beatty Links 缘来缘去 Template by