Tuesday, February 15, 2005
It is raining and dark here in San Francisco. Sounds like a Jim Croce day to me.
"If I could make days last forever, if words could make wishes come true, I'd save every day like a treasure and then, again I would spend them with you."
Hopefully tomorrow will be sunnier.
"If I could make days last forever, if words could make wishes come true, I'd save every day like a treasure and then, again I would spend them with you."
Hopefully tomorrow will be sunnier.
