Dried Ink
A Writer's Musings
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Identity
Poeta
by sculptor William King / photo by Annie
When I was going up the stairs, I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today, I wish, I wish he'd go away.
~Line from the movie
Identity
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November 15, 2010 at 9:58 AM
COULD THAT BE THE GHOST IN MY MOMS' ATTIC. SURE LOOKS LIKE HIM. LOL
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COULD THAT BE THE GHOST IN MY MOMS' ATTIC. SURE LOOKS LIKE HIM. LOL
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