aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - maybe they're the one patch of burning azure in a world of heavy greys. maybe they're the ancient jade beckoning from the center of a glacial lake. maybe they're smooth and brown and eternal like that one perfect skipping stone from the stream bed. they are silent gates and they are humming cities. they are enigmas and exhibits. they have stood through bottomless sorrows and blazing triumphs. they are the hunters and the treasure. i want to read your eyes again 8:54 a.m. - 2013-04-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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