i know no better experience than growing your own strawberries, except, perhaps, eating them.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
even so
sometimes, someone, writes so slowly, so gently on your heart, that the little heart pieces begin to mold themselves into something resembling wholeness. sometimes by the time you've realised, the only thing you can do is gaze into the distance. and smile.
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elegant
and warm
like a hug
yes. it felt like that. acceptance did.
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