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January 29, 2009

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ocean

Silently we sit for that second. When were not quite sure if we are still in a dream, or if we have crossed back over into the realm of our still life...

Whisper to the wind as it tosses your hair to and fro... Secretly the wind carries all the things we want to say to those who follow...

One say they will hear it, everything you want to say... not sure if heard in this still life... or what might have been a dream

w xoxo

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