I am currently relearning how to translate my thoughts and ideas into hosts outside my mind. Something about life, silences, and time makes a person no longer willing to divulge the sacred holdings of hidden chests. Silence has become the safe house for my daydreams, dancing merrily beneath a patchwork quilt of intricate silhouettes. But I must begin again, starting with ballerinas, broken terracotta pots, and scrambles of letters lying open for interpretation.
(from shore)
9.8.08
expression reborn
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it was so good to talk to you last night, much better than spending the evening listening to the tv for lack of human voices...i guess that's sort of the opposite of what you were feeling. i miss you old pal. OCTOBER 9 GET HERE QUICKLY!!!
hey yes!! october 9th... get here NOOWW!
haha...I'm glad you liked my post about the Olympics! I hope you're having time to watch it! It's just so wonderful! Hope you have a lovely day. Love you.
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