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| Sunday, January 22, 2006 |
| Form and Shape |
| posted @ 02:41:00 MST by bryn |
| It seems so simple when it is just that simple. I see and I fall and I'm there in that. So boiled away is everything superflous and stands only the relief of your remainder. Soft, so much you are. So much. Those moments, so few. Like the peaks of mountains, the depths of oceans, the edges of perception... The forlorn places so often held only by those lost to them... You are. |
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