Monday, December 18, 2006
CA till the New Year. Drawn to family, the flatness of the landscape and the stomach tingling remembrance of youth.. dug up by being sandwiched between those rolling hills and that crashing sea. Everything is growing, turning, reaching out. And because in the distance I sometimes fail to remember this I am now here to witness it and hold on to what I can.
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