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i have plenty of dried leaves and hot water at home, but my winter self hikes four miles in the snow for a cup of tea. i know more words than i had ever hoped to understand, but i still shuffle them like tap shoes to place meaning on my notebooks. i have seen mountain views that make me weak in the knees, but i still need to see what else the world holds, and if that makes me reckless beyond being someone’s wife, then so be it. I understand that the life that I want is not one that should be kept up with or stood alongside, but one where I deign mystery into my own flesh and mysticism into my own sky
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
winter
i have plenty of dried leaves and hot water at home, but my winter self hikes four miles in the snow for a cup of tea. i know more words than i had ever hoped to understand, but i still shuffle them like tap shoes to place meaning on my notebooks. i have seen mountain views that make me weak in the knees, but i still need to see what else the world holds, and if that makes me reckless beyond being someone’s wife, then so be it. I understand that the life that I want is not one that should be kept up with or stood alongside, but one where I deign mystery into my own flesh and mysticism into my own sky
felicia-c
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
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