Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches on the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
emily dickinson....
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
everyday musings
i cant help it but i have to mention this. i spoke to menaka Gandhi today. yes, just like tht. randomly, cloudnt eevn believe i was speaking to her. on the phone. not tht uphold her, she would hate me: i eat everything tht walks.
4 comments:
wow, neat...what did you talk about?
about frog tiles...dont ask...the subject doesnt matter does it
lol ok...good for you anyways :)
frog tiles? well, whatever it was, it is big deal.
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