I seek a little alliteration while the water cascades, but the pen tries my patients and my coherence fades...
Slowly shimmering silhouettes of wet water falls... and the blue pools below them beckon and call...
I'm wet but woeful... i wanted to wade with you. But the water brings solace, it's beautiful in havasu...
The water's blue, frigid, and crystal clear... I close my eyes, and wish you were here.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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