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Life, I believe is a journey. It is a lesson never complete. Just when you think a sequence is over, you realize that it is still in motion, was there all along and will always be there. I think what I loved most about him was something he made me find inside myself. Something that was always there and still is here. Something infinite. Something fusia and raspberry vivid green and cracked in stone. Something caged yet open to the sky. Trees can whisper solitude and roses simper sweetness. It takes a willing heart and a good pair of shoes to learn their wise and timeless message. Melt this numbness. Park my car forever and stir my feet through grass and gravel and damp earth and road and every path till my heart stops and my breath runs out.
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Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 10:51 PM UTC
I walk and I think
Life, I believe is a journey. It is a lesson never complete. Just when you think a sequence is over, you realize that it is still in motion, was there all along and will always be there. I think what I loved most about him was something he made me find inside myself. Something that was always there and still is here. Something infinite. Something fusia and raspberry vivid green and cracked in stone. Something caged yet open to the sky. Trees can whisper solitude and roses simper sweetness. It takes a willing heart and a good pair of shoes to learn their wise and timeless message. Melt this numbness. Park my car forever and stir my feet through grass and gravel and damp earth and road and every path till my heart stops and my breath runs out.
maggie-s
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Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 10:51 PM UTC
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