Thursday, July 21, 2011

peppermint wind

"there is a place where the sidewalk ends and before the street begins, and there the grass grows soft and white, and there the sun burns crimson bright, and there the moon-bird rests from his flight to cool in the peppermint wind."--shel silverstein

go ahead, read that again. and again. the more you read it, the more chills roll up and down your arms. shel is magic.. even if he does look like a pirate... ;)

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