I would like a time machine that would ferry us to the rooftop at 18th Street. Where we could listen to Chet Baker and sip our gin & tonics... and fall inlove without having to wake up early or make breakfast or wake up early AND make breakfast.
My time machine could not make me love you more but it could make love more leisurely.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
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