Communicator, cooker, drinker, poet. Grew up in a mining town, wore a hard hat.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

french social philosopher (5 letters)

we stumble can't seem to remember despite our rhinestone educations (or at least his, mine he would say) when we finally throw our hands up in defeat google offers sorel and we snicker, coyly between kisses, making jokes about the boots we'd worn in those pink years before puberty. played in seperate cities, different snow. what terrible boots and how heavy! but warm, he offers, and canadian.