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my mother is a hummingbird; always nervous, fretting between ideas faster than we can see, too full of memories to stay still for long. but i am the tortoise; taking months to put one foot in front of the other, too curious, too foolish. i build my shell so that the world can not reach me, so that it only echoes, echoes, and fades away as i bury beneath my skin.
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Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 10:29 AM UTC
echoes
my mother is a hummingbird; always nervous, fretting between ideas faster than we can see, too full of memories to stay still for long. but i am the tortoise; taking months to put one foot in front of the other, too curious, too foolish. i build my shell so that the world can not reach me, so that it only echoes, echoes, and fades away as i bury beneath my skin.
july 2010.
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Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 10:29 AM UTC
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