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Campus is calmed by a subtle dusting.
A Passing Glimpse
standard issue /
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pinbacks. leather jacket. white t-shirt. faded blue jeans. docs. faith.
little things make us /
© 2011 Gary Garbett
My life is a grocery store line A "We'll be just fine" Don't know how we survive, but we do
My life is an early spring snow The last thread of hope That I just keep hanging on to
My life is pieces of paper that I'll get back to later I'll write you a story, how I ended up here Why the little things make us and how long it takes us To figure out what matters the most. . . . .
My life is a two dollar beer Friday nights here With friends that I've known since high school
My life is an order to go A rainy car ride back home And someone you love to lay next to
My Life is pieces of paper that I'll get back to later I'll write you a story, how I ended up here Why the little things make us and how long it takes us To figure out what matters the most . . . . .
Someday well I'll look back and wonder Someday comes around quicker than they told you Asking "Did I do, what I was suppose to"
In my Life Don't know Why the little things make us and sometimes it takes us To damn long to figure what matters the most . . . . My life is green grass through the snow A sweet reckless hope
And baby I know...what matters the most
I reviewed this album on my other blog last week. Drop in and give it a look.
Lyrics from "The Most" by Lori McKenna from her new album Lorraine
All rights reserved to Universal Music Publishing Group in Nashville (c).
c is for cocoa /
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We thought he was black, but after holding him under in the bright sunlight, his fur was actually the color of dark, rich cocoa. He's the smallest in our home, takes charge in everything, and answers to Sammy C.
senses of a roadside's frost /
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After stopping on the shoulder of the road, I stepped from the idling truck with my camera in tow. It was a damn cold morning. My subjects didn't seem to mind. I carefully framed and captured a few images. Pulling on my scarf to tighten it around my neck, I opened the door, feeling and smelling the welcome of heat.
breakfast feeds /
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Toasted bagels and paper cups with corrugated sleeves that read "Caution: Contents May Be Hot" occupied our hands. We fed ourselves on conversation.