

PathsI step out of my house. Into the cold, the warmth, the rain, the snow. I smell the new mulch, the earth recently wetted, the sharp cold air.Paths
Music sounds in my ears. Words that bring joy and hope, accepted despair, anger.
I settle down into my pace, walk down the street, one way or the other. One way is the path of friends, of hidden lakes, tree houses, and dog walks. The other, the path of mystery, that leads me deep into solitude, that calms me.
Little creeks reach far off, into the distance, catch my interest. &n
~kiwi
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Mwhahaha! I'll stalk you now! There's no escape! :wink:
But seriously! <3 oh instead of writing on the comment thingie (this) you can have a journal -points up- and write in there.
And... get more visitors by going on commenting sprees! v^_' YAH!
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