Friday, September 7, 2012
When things are not right with the world...
I make wishes on falling stars, on birthday candles, and on soft, white, puffy dandelions.
And I wish for extraordinary things.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
I'm forgetting what that felt like...
August 10.
That morning... the last time I was happy.
Really happy, without a cloud waiting in the wings. Not that I could see anyway.
It seems like a really long time ago.
It wasn't.
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