Now that I know so many words I can scorn you with them...
Even as the Morin dawns many of us begin our journey south to the warm and away from the crowd..
I`ll be there around seven.
I`ll count the seconds...
I`ll miss you more...
But I`ll always love the shoreline in the fog as it whips my hair around and covers me in its wake...
The redwoods have little raindrops lets from the angels crying over head..
The waves are always in a rush to hold onto the sand...
Life is such an odd beauty...
Its so destructive but stunning..
I`ll always be your little dancer because You always know how to hold me close...
I only thought I could hold you for awhile but your not letting go now are you?
Only simple thoughts...I`ll always be your little one..
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