scented_note Death of a Rose keeps playing upon the piano of my memories, turn the lights out and close my eyes, another soft brush i use to paint upon the walls that bring me here. the grace of your hand as it carefully stroked the scent indelicate. 041006 ... andru235 a saved e-mail simply cannot compare...unless you automated a machine to spritz from a cologne bottle whenever you opened certain files...nope, not the same. in this round, antiquity is the winner. 051014 ... Piso Mojado The question of who you are and the slight twists of fate, technology, and all else that managed to bring us together at the same physical location, with similar hearts and souls and desires has been pacing the backstage of my mind these past few weeks 051014 ... Piso Mojado prancing, not pacing 051019 what's it to you? who go blather from