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just another way poetry reminds me to breathe
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I need to get away from the city. I need to find a wide patch of sky, away from light pollution and noise.
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I have a room of my own. It is - how does one say - boss.
Also: going rock climbing shortly.
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The comments in response to this post made me teary. In a good way. Oh, people, I forgot how beautiful you could be. -
I felt like this today
Forgotten Language ( Read more... )
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