redtreetimes posted: " Like the folds of summer dresses Like the scent upon my wrist Like the way you played guitar Like a boxer punches with his fist And taken or just lost to me It's better now to say I dwell in possibility On New Year's Day --New Year's Day, Mary Cha" Redtree Times
Like the folds of summer dresses Like the scent upon my wrist Like the way you played guitar Like a boxer punches with his fist And taken or just lost to me It's better now to say I dwell in possibility On New Year's Day
--New Year's Day, Mary Chapin Carpenter
Happy New Year. Let us all dwell in its possibility...
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