Listening to Duncan type on his laptop I realize that the sounds of his fingers on the keys are like rain drops hitting leaves in a soothing summer rainfall.
Soothing. Perfection. Musical.
He is poetry to my soul.
Sunday, December 19, 2004
Drip drip drop little april showers beating a tune as you fall all around
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