I think one of the hardest aspects of writing...is for the writer to find it in themselves to focus on nothing else but writing--to shed the world of responsibility and maturity, without a nagging guilt, and hole up with the words.
This is beautiful, Hutch. The personality behind it. I love being able to see you dreaming through your writing.
I've always thought of dreams like childhood teddy bears...you will never be able to part with them and you'll hold onto them for as long as possible, even when they have to be boxed up or set to the side for a while.
You should see New Orleans. It is covered in catepillars, of which I ahve a huge phobia, thus one the bright side ugly evil brown butt-moth catepillars are not parachuting out of trees trying to kill you. I love u hutch. night---meg
My favorite flower happens to be the Magnolia blossom. I love Magnolias. They are my favorite tree. We never had one big enough to climb, but I've always loved their elegance when they become old. They provide so much life to a piece of land. The Magnolia is more beautiful than any tree I can think of.
The magnolia tree is part of our blood and heritage. I miss climbing my old tree. I miss the sound of the leaves clapping together as I climbed to the top. I miss the dusty residue it left on my hands.
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This is beautiful, Hutch. The personality behind it. I love being able to see you dreaming through your writing.
I've always thought of dreams like childhood teddy bears...you will never be able to part with them and you'll hold onto them for as long as possible, even when they have to be boxed up or set to the side for a while.
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The magnolia tree is part of our blood and heritage. I miss climbing my old tree. I miss the sound of the leaves clapping together as I climbed to the top. I miss the dusty residue it left on my hands.
I miss being little.
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