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Thursday, August 26, 2010
One of those mornings
Sometimes mornings are just mornings. But there are times when mornings are green, grey, or blue, others when mornings smell lavender, taste sweet or bitter. Mornings can be musical. They can be R&B or classical, Rock and Roll or Salsa. This morning is sweet bitter chocolate smelling Fairuz's "little house in Canada".