She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Someday I'll find my forest. My place. It'll be somewhere I can be proud of how I act and how I feel. I know it. I'm so close, some days I can set foot on it. And others, I slip and fall and take you with me. I will go slow this time. I will be cautious.
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