aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - home pulls me everywhere at once. old roots are growing back. familiar roads and kindred stones hum me away till i have nothing but simple contentment. but this sleepy verdant safety isn't long for this summer, and it isn't where i long to grow. september promises new mysteries, and i promise to chase them. through sedate lids, through treacherous yawn, through child words, i still crave wind secrets. i want something worth writing about, and i aim to be reckless in pursuit of it. 2:32 a.m. - 2011-08-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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