IT FEELS LIKE TODAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the fact of the matter hello. i am 22. this is my life. "some trees sink taproots to rock; some spread wide mats of roots clutching at acres. they will not be blown. we run around under these obelisk-creatures, teetering on our soft, small feet. we are out on a jaunt, picnicking, fattening like puppies for our deaths. shall i carve a name on this trunk? what if i fell in the forest: would a tree hear?" --annie dillard, pilgrim at tinker creek 11:55 pm - 01.29.2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- there's music playing: i'm reading: finally done with the wings of the dove--quite the accomplishment, if i do say so myself! |
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