Thursday, October 05, 2006

Crimson river ceases to flow.


The air is clouded with the nasty haze! I cant breathe in peace.
I wonder why do smokers like to congregate at a particular area for smoking. Cant they see that the air is bad enough?

Tomorrow's a lovely day... I hope.



Blue's the clue.

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