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An Escapist close to the world.

Thursday, 13 January 2011

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things, I want to be light and frolicsome, I want to be Improbable Beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.
-Mary oliver
Song of the day:
You were the air in my breath filling up my love soaked lungs
Such a beautiful mess intertwined and overrun
Nothing better than this, ooh, and then the storm can come
You feels just like the sun
Just like the sun

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