The chirp of my phone,
as a text comes, blends with the
birds' chorus at dusk.
as a text comes, blends with the
birds' chorus at dusk.
posted by Pete Green at
17:16
15 February 2008
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- Name: Pete Green
- Location: Sheffield, United Kingdom
When I'm not doing these blogs I play music.
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