RING-LING-A-DING.

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title:Flowers In The Window.

date:Monday, October 16, 2006 | Monday, October 16, 2006

Flowers In The window.

Think they look pretty.

Everything is rather quiet and peaceful at home now.

Feeling of anticipation can be quite overwhelming at times.

Short thoughts keep reappearing..

"How I wish marking days were longer.."

"Hmm... I wonder what to do.."

"This song is nice."

Vegetating is something I can't exactly do.

Forget it, I'll just cook my own lunch today.