every weekend we go to the fields, woods and nice jurassic valleys and have a nice rainy weather time.
but it's not an evening to describe the joys of such mellow adventures, of evenings full of fog and sun- dipped-yet-rainy morings.
it is an evening to wallow in tacky self pity, build up frustrations and all those mediocre things in life. as in, whenever i...
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[Edited on Jul 31, 2005 5:12PM]