28 years
28 years in the same house. No, Home. I can't envision living in another area, and yet, 28 years is a very long time; surely it won't be another 28, before the bird flies the coop.
posted by Mr Brightside at 11:08 PM
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
28 years in the same house. No, Home. I can't envision living in another area, and yet, 28 years is a very long time; surely it won't be another 28, before the bird flies the coop.
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