Love. I don't have to do its bidding. It just withers away on its own. When its over after all you don't even remember what it was like.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
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Love. I don't have to do its bidding. It just withers away on its own. When its over after all you don't even remember what it was like.
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Who knew something so beautiful could be so dangerous? The waterfall is pretty too.
I've labored to cross those logs and walked up there WITH shoes on. Mags! However did you make it back with only one shoe and a swollen knee? Oh wait! I forgot. You're the kid who climbed to the top of North Peak when you were still three and wouldn't let anyone help you because you wanted to do it all by yourself - and you did. I'm still amazed by that feat of amazing daring for one so young.
love, mom and dad
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