All my life I've been singing: I see skies of blue, clouds of white, bright blessed days, the dogs say good night, and I think to myself, what a wonderful world. Today I finally realized how ridiculous that was. Maybe I just assumed that it would indeed be a world full of wonder if dogs could actually say good night.
3 comments:
Oh, Ashley. Every time you post a new blog I fall in love with you all over again.
But did you figure out what it really says?
Kirsten, that is why I post so rarely, I don't want you to get bored with me.
Katie, dark sacred nights is much more beautiful than anything I could have imagined for that song.
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