

To Kimberly - PLEASE CRITIQUEI remember when we were younger when we used to play that game where we’d curl up inTo Kimberly - PLEASE CRITIQUE
our sleeping bags (remember, like cocoons?) and when we came out, we’d pretend to be butterflies. Beautiful and graceful, we’d dance around the room in flashing patterns (you
wanted to be a ballerina, I wanted to be
you) and explode into the carpet in fits of exhaustion. Breathing hard. (If happiness ever took form it would have been the
air escaping our skinny heaving chests.)
That’s the time that we now refer to as &
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love your gallery, by the way.
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Oh your eyes shine so bright
like the stars upon your head
Never seen them smiling so bright
Come with me to the land,
Where the tales willnever die
Come with me...
(c) Elane
:fragile:
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Izabella-leah
"Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life." ~Rachel Carlson
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Izabella-leah
"Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life." ~Rachel Carlson
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