tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4657603505063741130.post6620256432495167421..comments2023-04-29T04:44:57.914-07:00Comments on Alive and awake within a nightmare of sorts. : shattering my Eastvan silence with echoes of the pastSpokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06417910816242867147noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4657603505063741130.post-7039984153980175842015-02-05T20:14:58.911-08:002015-02-05T20:14:58.911-08:00Its quite like flipping thru a magazine Holly
Its quite like flipping thru a magazine Holly<br />Spokehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06417910816242867147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4657603505063741130.post-19955033197024196962015-02-01T22:17:18.555-08:002015-02-01T22:17:18.555-08:00I love glancing in people's windows while wand...I love glancing in people's windows while wandering around at night. Everything's lit up and on view, like a stage scene. Not lurking, you know, just a quick lookie to see the little scene; where they put the bookshelves, oh isn't that pretty wallpaper, etc. I used to do it all the time out walking the pooch, before her legs started saying no to a walk longer than the end of the driveway. holly ruth andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05313932006260071547noreply@blogger.com