baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Filtered Sun I spent the afternoon cradling my guitar underneath a young tree and was gifted with a finished song. Yay. Somewhere between the partial shade of the tree, the cheap ice cream and the stress, I found a happy bouncy ditty that, as of yet, is untitled. I sometimes wonder how different my life would be if I had kids. I doubt I could pass a Saturday afternoon working on something as silly as an original song. Yet, as much as I love days like this, I still wonder if I'm missing out. 4:24 p.m. - 2004-06-19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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