"I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days. Three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain." Keats
Friday, February 12, 2010
giving in to the prevailing sentiment.
"I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days. Three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain." Keats
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
parallel universe and joanna newsom.
I refuse to believe that coincidences this eerie are anything less than small signs from the universe that I am on the right path. These are my private thoughts and couldn't possibly make sense to anyone else, but I hope that these paths of ours are not parallel. I hope that they cross again somewhere maybe not so far down the line. Are you here? I think you are.
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