My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words.. (Ps 45:1)
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
randomness
went home as usual today, bypass orchard road, a car stopped by the red traffic light. A posh, big, 4WD. The lady inside looks familiar. I was standing right beside the car.
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