TIME DROPS LIKE HONEY, SLOW AND SWEET ,ON THE PORCH OF THIS OLD HOUSE WHILE WE SIP LILAC LEMONADE OUT OF BROKEN TEACUPS. BEHIND VINTAGE ROSES AND FADED LAVENDER A SLATE BLUE SKY REACHES OUT TO A HORIZON OF IST OWN. I LIKE TO WEAR MY LITTLE CORAL DRESS, EVEN IF MOTHER WANTED ME TO WEAR A KIMONO TODAY....................................