Pure Mud
Fall, breathe. Rise still.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
As fall the leaves, the rain, the snow, and all that comes from the sky, so leaps my heart to my throat and a height to my step, until I might well be the next to fall from the sky that I've reached.
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